Chorus 2× What you know about a bad storm I'm well put together like a college dorm Call me professor I teach lessons No church for me, but I still get blessings It's the Jordan sneakers for me I'm always good like a deep Curry 3 I fuck her rough like a twisted tea This world ain't full circle like a C Call me the clean up man, I take all the boards I can go a million miles like them Honda accords I'm the man, and I'm certified I stand out from the group like some muthafuckin' curly fries I like curvy hips and some thick thighs If they say I'm talented, I detect no lies I swat the hate away like I'm swinging at flies Victory is gonna be sweet like some apple pies Chorus 2x Now one thing about me, I'mma be me No fake shit here, I'm real for free But you know on the daily I get the papers I give her good D, she call me Dom Capers No gridiron anymore, it's mostly pavement I like to break the rules sometimes, fuck behaving On the court I remind you of father prime I stay on watch, so I got time Thank God for growth, I'm better now I taste her milk, I said girl u a sexy cow She said boy u crazy, u always gotta joke She make my knees weak when I'm mid stroke I'm the man, I can make her panties soak She love me and call me baby when I poke When she looks back, oh that shit gets me I put one of her legs up, it's wet, no Nowitzki Chorus 2x