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[Chorus]

Gotta man up

'Til I’m on a banner, yeah, yeah

I ain't even gotta plan nothin'

You can come kill me, don’t put my hands up, yeah, yeah

[Verse]

Dont 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 goin’ broke

Bitch, I need my fuckin’ hundos (Yo, we're listening to your music right now)

[Chorus]

Gotta man up

’Til I'm on a banner, yeah, yeah

I ain't even gotta plan nothin'

You can come kill me, don’t put my hands up, yeah, yeah

Gotta-gotta man up

'Til I'm on a banner, yeah, yeah

I ain't even gotta plan nothin'

You can come kill me, don't put my hands up, yeah, yeah