Gotta man up
'Til I'm on the banner
I ain't even gotta plan nun'
You can come kill me, don't put my hands up
Don't nobody fuck with me the way I fuck with them
I hope that my clique love me, without them I'd be dead
All this shit don't mean nothing, I ain't make no bread
I can't quit now, though I let you get ahead
Do I do this for myself? No
I need help bro
Let's make amends bro
Yeah, that's a hell no
Money callin', cellphone
You get aired like trombone
Rich bastard going broke
Bitch I need my fucking hundos
Gotta man up
'Til I'm on the banner
I ain't even gotta plan nun'
You can come kill me, don't put my hands up
Gotta man up
'Til I'm on the banner
I ain't even gotta plan nun'
You can come kill me, don't put my hands up
