[Verse 1: Vee Tha Rula]
Wake up every morning for the bank role
Ye ain't got it then I can't go
All about my cheese, my n***a can’t so
Chillins get this money, n***a pay so
Swear I just talk to Cam , sure let’s get it pop it
N***a hit me up and told me somebody done shot him
Got the club goin’ up cuz we started from the bottom
R.I.P. my n***a can somebody pop a bottle
Now the Rozay poppin’ I’mma pour it on the model
Let's have a pool party, get the bitches in the [?]
Lil n***a with a forty since a youngin' been a problem
Ain't have no roll model so who you think done taught him
In the streets we racin’, racin’
And n***a be patient, patient
And these others n***a hatin’, hatin’
Cuz the paper I’m chasin’, chasin’
N***a woooaaah

[Chorus: Vee Tha Rula]
Life too short for the bullshit, for the bullshit n***a
Life too short for the bullshit, for the bullshit n***a
Life too short for the bullshit, for the bullshit n***a
Life too short for the bullshit, for the bullshit n***a
Life too short for a bullshit
Life too short, life too short
Life too short, life too short
Life too short for the bullshit
For the bullshit n***a
[Verse 2: Vee Tha Rula]
Sweatin’ for the money like I can’t stop
In some slippers and a tank top
N***a I was hurtin’ for it hopin’ that the pay start
Thirsty for the world, I feel the rain drop
[?] Like how the fuck I'm supposed to balance
Nobody said this easy man you know this shit's a challenge
And you chopping at the shots and n***a try to build a palace
Smokin’ on Jamaican n***a til my eyes is callused
Yeah I’m smokin’ on jamaican, 'maican
Dressed like, like a Haitian, Haitian
Chasin’ paper like a mason, mason
Livin’ life that’s amazin’, amazin'
N***a woooaaah
And n***a ride dolo
Man I swear the popo tryna' take a n***a photo
And these n***as won’t beaf
Yeah these n***a's cowboy n***a Tony Romo

[Chorus: Vee Tha Rula]
Life too short for the bullshit, for the bullshit n***a
Life too short for the bullshit, for the bullshit n***a
Life too short for the bullshit, for the bullshit n***a
Life too short for the bullshit, for the bullshit n***a
Life too short for a bullshit
Life too short, life too short
Life too short, life too short
Life too short for the bullshit
For the bullshit n***a

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates:]
(I don't get tired)
Dirty glove murders for a [?]
With a burner for curneis, for who ever hold the feelings
If she want it more
Money to the ceilin’ illegitimately dealin'
Made a killin' with the killers
Paper peelin' like the clerk of courts
Prison yards I'm a dog where you never walked
They go to yard, never talk , later take the skills
Homicide reinforced, we don’t know remorse
[?]
Worst place to get caught slippin' is the car
50 round extensions stick em', hit em' with the darts
Headlights on the charger, there go the narcs
Superman in disguise, just another cop
Spittin’ up a lot a blood when you go to cough
Crime scene, yellow tape, man, there go the chalk
Lime green, [?] bumpin' Biggie Smalls
I'm a ball till' I fall