Man of the Year
Max Fortune Lyrics
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Before anyone say it
Imma say it first
I am
The fuck nigga of the year
Yea
Got my on hand on the fire
That's that automatic pressure
Laying on a stretcher
Fuck a T-Shirt
Make yo momma put you on a sweater
Hard-headed nigga
But I work good under pressure
Hi my name is Max
Aka Mr. Pussy-wetter
Daddy long stroke
Fuck your man I can do it better
I'm the man in yo ear
I'm the man of the year
I ain't flexing
I'm the man yo baby daddy fear
Borrowed my side bitch whip
To fuck my other side bitch
She ain't stressing
Told her I'd be back around six
Dick drive em so crazy
Make them hoes wanna pay me
Coach hoes on game
So a nigga can't play me
You married the thot
But she wanna have my baby
I ain't pullin out
Nigga, I'm too lazy
Pray to Allah
White God can't save me
Have my baby
So I can go Swayze
Got my on hand on the fire
That's that automatic pressure
Wake up ready to leave a nigga body
Laying on a stretcher
Fuck a T-Shirt
Make yo momma put you on a sweater
Hard-headed nigga
But I work good under pressure
Hi my name is Max
Aka Mr. Pussy-wetter
Daddy long stroke
Fuck your man I can do it better
I'm the man in yo ear
I'm the man of the year
I ain't flexing
I'm the man yo baby daddy fear
Slow down baby
I'm tryna focus
Booty supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
She suck mean dick
That ain't halitosis
Call her Jones
Cause she give good osmosis
We don't do no flocka
We don't do no dirty
Made her bend over
Pop a perc thirty
I don't need a bitch
If I need to beat her
Hoe Glock got a dick
So I call her Skeeter
We going international
Big man worldwide
Massive
It's either shots in him
Or it's shots and kin
Yea
Got my on hand on the fire
That's that automatic pressure
Wake up ready to leave a nigga body
Laying on a stretcher
Fuck a T-Shirt
Make yo momma put you on a sweater
Hard-headed nigga
But I work good under pressure
Hi my name is Max
Aka Mr. Pussy-wetter
Daddy long stroke
Fuck your man I can do it better
I'm the man in yo ear
I'm the man of the year
I ain't flexing
I'm the man yo baby daddy fear
Never been broke
Chickens made the money backflip
In the game now
AI ain't talking practice
Bad bitch taking pics
Like she an actress
He bangin red assisting Feds
Ain't talking blacklist
I was down had to re-up gotta stay low
In the desert with Pablo cooking yayo
We with Jose
All he know is Pesos
Ain't no beef
Cause I eat like steak and 'tatoes
Got my on hand on the fire
That's that automatic pressure
Wake up ready to leave a nigga body
Laying on a stretcher
Fuck a T-Shirt
Make yo momma put you on a sweater
Hard-headed nigga
But I work good under pressure
Hi my name is Max
Aka Mr. Pussy-wetter
Daddy long stroke
Fuck your man I can do it better
I'm the man in yo ear
I'm the man of the year
I ain't flexing
I'm the man yo baby daddy fear
Max a little nutty go retarded
Bitch I'm Special Ed
Think about it got it made
So Imma get some head
Ganging with gorillas
Real zoe hoe I'm a great ape
Sliding through home plate
I'm the ump but I don't play safe
Jwet looking dead
So now it's back to rappin
Pretty-ugly nigga
Hoes love me for my fashion
Got flooded dropped a Yacht-Master
Call me Captain
Real boss don't wait for shit to pop
I make shit happen
Oh yea
There is powerful niggertry at work here
It's important to note that these lyrics contain explicit language and themes that may not be suitable for all audiences.
Max Fortune's song "Man of the Year" is a braggadocious and provocative rap that explores his perceived dominance over his peers and the women in his life. The opening lines immediately establish his sense of self-awareness, proclaiming himself the "fuck nigga of the year" before anyone else can do it. He goes on to boast about his sexual prowess and ability to please women more than their own partners. The chorus asserts his position as the "man of the year," a title he's given himself without any real justification. Max appears to relish in his own perceived power and control, even borrowing his side chick's car to cheat on her with someone else.
The verses are filled with explicit language and imagery, as Max paints a picture of a reckless and hedonistic lifestyle. He brags about having a gun and being ready to kill at a moment's notice, and encourages the women he's with to pay him for sex. He also references drug use, with mentions of popping Percocet and cooking cocaine with Pablo in the desert. The chorus is repeated throughout the song, further emphasizing Max's delusions of grandeur and desire for attention and validation. Overall, the song presents a bleak and unflattering picture of masculinity and power dynamics.
Line by Line Meaning
I ain't gon lie
To be truthful
Before anyone say it
Before anyone can point out my mistakes
Imma say it first
I'll admit it upfront
I am
I admit that I am the following:
The fuck nigga of the year
The worst person of the year
Yea
Yes
Got my on hand on the fire
I'm ready for anything
That's that automatic pressure
That's the tension I feel all the time
Wake up ready to leave a nigga body
Wake up ready to take someone out
Laying on a stretcher
By the end of the day, someone is getting hurt
Fuck a T-Shirt
I don't care about anything except myself
Make yo momma put you on a sweater
I'll have your mom put a sweater over you because you're too cold (dead)
Hard-headed nigga
I'm stubborn and don't listen
But I work good under pressure
But I work well when there's tension
Hi my name is Max
My name is Max
Aka Mr. Pussy-wetter
Also known as the guy who makes women wet
Daddy long stroke
I'm good at sex
Fuck your man I can do it better
I can do everything better than the guy you're with
I'm the man in yo ear
I'm the one that you listen to
I'm the man of the year
I'm the best
I ain't flexing
I'm not bragging
I'm the man yo baby daddy fear
I'm the man that your child's father fears
Borrowed my side bitch whip
Borrowed someone else's car
To fuck my other side bitch
To have sex with another woman
She ain't stressing
She's not worried
Told her I'd be back around six
Told her I'd be back later
Dick drive em so crazy
I have sex so well that it drives them crazy
Make them hoes wanna pay me
They want to pay me for my services
Coach hoes on game
I teach women how to please a man
So a nigga can't play me
So that no man can outsmart me
You married the thot
You married a woman who sleeps around
But she wanna have my baby
But she wants to have my child
I ain't pullin out
I'm not using protection
Nigga, I'm too lazy
I don't want to pull out
Pray to Allah
Ask God for help
White God can't save me
God won't help me because I'm irredeemable
Have my baby
Carry my child
So I can go Swayze
So that I can leave like Patrick Swayze in 'Ghost'
Slow down baby
Take your time
I'm tryna focus
I'm trying to concentrate
Booty supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Great butt
She suck mean dick
She's really good at oral sex
That ain't halitosis
That isn't bad breath
Call her Jones
Name her Jones
Cause she give good osmosis
Because she's great at passing things along
We don't do no flocka
We don't do anything bad
We don't do no dirty
We don't do anything bad
Made her bend over
Made her lean over
Pop a perc thirty
Take a 30mg pill of Percocet
I don't need a bitch
I don't need a woman
If I need to beat her
If I need to win
Hoe Glock got a dick
A woman (Glock) with masculine qualities
So I call her Skeeter
Call her Skeeter
We going international
We're going worldwide
Big man worldwide
A big deal around the world
Massive
Very large
It's either shots in him
Either he is killed
Or it's shots and kin
Or his family is killed
Never been broke
Never been financially unstable
Chickens made the money backflip
Made a lot of money
In the game now
In the business now
AI ain't talking practice
A.I. isn't talking about practice, he's talking about the real game
Bad bitch taking pics
An attractive woman taking pictures
Like she an actress
Like she's a movie star
He bangin red assisting Feds
He's dealing cocaine and assisting the Feds
Ain't talking blacklist
I'm not talking about discrimination
I was down had to re-up gotta stay low
I was down and needed to bounce back, so I need to stay under the radar
In the desert with Pablo cooking yayo
In the desert with Pablo making cocaine
We with Jose
With someone named Jose
All he know is Pesos
All he knows is money
Ain't no beef
There is no problem
Cause I eat like steak and 'tatoes
Because I'm confident
Max a little nutty go retarded
Max is a little crazy
Bitch I'm Special Ed
I'm not smart
Think about it got it made
I'm in a good position
So Imma get some head
So I'm going to have oral sex
Ganging with gorillas
Hanging out with dangerous people
Real zoe hoe I'm a great ape
I am a great ape
Sliding through home plate
Winning at baseball
I'm the ump but I don't play safe
I make my own rules
Jwet looking dead
Jwet looks tired
So now it's back to rappin
I'm back to focusing on music
Pretty-ugly nigga
I'm not physically attractive
Hoes love me for my fashion
Women like me because of my clothing
Got flooded dropped a Yacht-Master
Bought a lot of jewelry, including a Rolex Yacht-Master watch
Call me Captain
Call me Captain
Real boss don't wait for shit to pop
A real boss makes things happen
I make shit happen
I make things happen
Oh yea
Oh yeah
There is powerful niggertry at work here
There is powerful foolishness at work here
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Jerry Ducas
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