(Chorus)
I’m gon fuck up the game, I put that shit on my grandma
Get myself a name, and sumn to put a brand on
Goin til I’m dead, I’m sayin this shit ain’t random
Bitch, there ain’t a star in the sky I can’t put my hands on

(Refrain)
Hands on, want bands on bands, cash grab
Damn son, jawn hands on and her ass fat
Plant bomb, one two three, slam yo ass back
Champion, gon stand on men who act bad

(Verse)
Bomb planted, ready to cause panic
I’ll be an industry plant, if the industry wanna chance it
But for real, since I was young, told my grandmother and my parents
Imma be a rockstar, cop cars outside my mansion
Learned how to rap too late, now I’m joinin the game at halftime
Gotta catch up fast, feels like I might never have mine
Gettin lost in choices, I’m young and know that I have time
But having time to choose could end up halving time in two’s
And having time to lose could end up turnin into losing time
Don’t know what to do if I don’t ever make it through in time
If I’m not rich, feels like I can’t do shit to keep my crew in line
Heard a lot of people dyin, I’m afraid of losing mine
So I gotta get hands on, strap my boots up
Work the mud, gettin dirty, never aim a tool up
Til I’m feedin all my people like a fuckin food truck
Hope my gramma smilin down on me at how I grew up

(Chorus)
I’m gon fuck up the game, I put that shit on my grandma
Get myself a name, and sumn to put a brand on
Goin til I’m dead, I’m sayin this shit ain’t random
Bitch, there ain’t a star in the sky I can’t put my hands on

(Refrain)
Hands on, want bands on bands, cash grab
Damn son, jawn hands on and her ass fat
Plant bomb, one two three, slam yo ass back
Champion, gon stand on men who act bad

(Outro)
I’m gon fuck up the game, I put that shit on my grandma
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Bitch, there ain’t a star in the sky I can’t put my hands on
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