Lyrics Be a Man, Pt. 2 - JMSN

Yeah, so you wanna do sum'
See, I don't always say a lot but
I got a lotta shit on my mind all the time
Sometimes, it's like I worry about what people will think and shit but
Every day
Fuck that
To whoever will listen
It takes more to money to make it here
Takes more than bullets to empty a clip
Takes more than life itself to live
Takes a whole lot more than love in a relationship
Takes more than a judge to be innocent
Takes more than dumb to be ignorant
Takes more than drugs to have experience
Takes a whole lot fuckin' more than relevance
Always gonna be people comin' 'round swearin' that they legitimate
Judgement comes around, they ain't sweatin' it
They skip the work, reap the benefits
And it happens cause you lettin' it
See, this the bed you made and you wettin' it
Think everything 'gon work itself out when you really should be goin' out and gettin' it
Not poppin' sedatives
Waitin' on dead presidents
See, look at the evidence
Why you wastin' time worried about relevance?
You should be worried about competence
Common sense and what you represent
Not content and compliments
Everybody jockin'
See, I got a question
This how you wanna live?
You a hundred percent positive?
Have a new car, new crib, new bitch, but you still ain't accomplished shit?
We all you ain't gonna acknowledge it
Rather end up coppin' it
Yeah, couple stacks, you droppin' it
You just tell yourself, "It's means to an end"
Y'all haven't even learned what it means to pretend
These motherfuckers gon' act like they your best friend
While they tyin' for rubber bands for the loose ends
Just [?] is not somethin' you can comprehend
See they takin' advantage of you, need to fit in
Just so they can milk you straight to the bitter end
Well, you think to yourself, "Well, these are my friends!"
Well, maybe you should think about the friends you're choosing
Before you go off and start losing again and again
Cause you swimmin' in the deep end
Everybody out here lookin' for dividends so they can pay they rent
See that money got a strong scent
Ain't nobody lookin' for two cents
And if you don't make a dollar, then it don't make no sense
We ain't livin' in the Wild West
Ain't nobody tryna get no bounced checks
See, greed's got some side effects
The higher you get, the harder it gets
The deeper you get, the more you finesse
The more that you learn, the more that you stress
Driving jets is not how you gauge your success
I bet the more money you get, the better the sex
More cream you got, the bigger the breasts, right?
If not, you gon' move to the next
I mean, if you gonna do it, why not be the best?
Shit, fuck it
That's all I got
Lemme hear that back
Nobody's gonna waste my time, no, yeah
Don't you ever ask me why
And it all comes back to me. I've been talking to myself the whole time. It's an ongoing battle