[Intro]
Tryin’ to tell ‘em nothing’s changed
Nah

[Verse 1]
Pain in our heart, drink in our cup
Head in the clouds, kush in this blunt
Feel the walls closin' in on us
Either that or we’re growin' too much for them to hold us in longer
We want more than what they try to give us
Lighting swishers while I’m writing scripture
A way with words but I fight the sentence
Put that life on the pedestal; money, power and pussy
What’s a life without principle?
All that’s left when I’m gone is the time that I spent with you
Time’s money, every dollar is sense for you
The world’s cold and highly susceptible
Blocks hot, they probably suspected you
Whether proof laws trying to find us some revenue
Think I’m fallin' like head over heels
But I’m on another plateau like “head for the hills”
I’m on another planet, yelling “welcome and chill”
Like the fork in the road of life, gettin' head at the wheel
(For real)

[Chorus: Phonzy]
Sometimes I feel, there’s no better man than me
[Verse 2: Illmac]
Let a heavy strike lift the brain
It’s my pro-test tool to system change
Go against the grain
Loaded clip, inane
I look at life through these tinted frames
Aura cloudy plus I fend the rain
I’m in a different lane. Original. They entertain
Y’all spilling liquor
I swig a fifth and then spill my pain
Sponsored by the drugs that I use, Silver Haze
I substance abuse, gloves and a suit, killed the game
Whether they know it or not
Verses get purposed to straighten souls on the block
Lay low when I plot
My main motive is [?]
Stay focused ‘cause ain’t no one bankrolling my stot, not
But who’s acting like I ain’t hungry
Homeland security searching me, giving me the third degree
Asking me how I make money
Visiting eight countries
Pulling my weight, trust me

[Chorus: Phonzy]
Sometimes I feel, (Oh no, no) there’s no better man than me
[Verse 3: Illmac]
A week in the chest, speak from the breadbox
Let me guess, they thinking they the cream of the next crop
They no-show the practice and want a seat on the Benjie, (huh)
They lucky to even get a seat at the press box
A fast pace game and even the best flop
So I’m grinding counting mileage from re-amps the red stop
Shall I need a minute?
Slow down, don’t get a speeding ticket
It ain’t a foul if the ref don’t see it, is it?
And that’s when G rolled the tree and lit it
Coughed a lung, [?] it up with the legal limit
We dependent, Popeye, yo, I need my spinach
Speaking of which, I’ll squeeze the biscuit before a piece of chicken
Hungry, just trying to make a decent living
With three addictions
Tree money, beats and women
When I seek one then I seem to give in
Chasing all three got me feeling winded

[Phonzy]
Sometimes I feel, there’s no better man than me
(Oh no, no)
There’s no better man than me
(Oh no, no)
There’s no better man than me
(Oh no, no)
Better man
(Oh no, no)
Than me
(Oh no, no)
Sometimes I feel, there’s no better man
There’s no better man
There’s no better man than me
Sometimes I feel
No better man
Sometimes I feel
Better man than me

No, no. No better man than me
No, no. No better man than me
No, no. No better man than me
No, no. No better man than me