VERSE 1:
Coming to a ghetto near you, soon, got some beef with my crew
These n***as ridin ain't true
Turn your back they lying bout you
But when in need they be cryin bout you
And claim to be vouchin’ bout you
Then they stop carin’ bout you
Then they stop thinkin’ bout you
Love it or hate it i run it, deal it I make I stack it a hunnit
So many people been stealin’ the vibe they be talkin’ to me like “run it”
Thank you Lord so long as I prayed
Took a fat minute I’m out of the shade
Runnin’ away like a n***a was played
They ask how I got here I tell em’ I paid
I travel light years in a minute
Always out here I’m hit my limit
They say I’ll never make it well fuck they're all liars
Got no ID got no interest in minors
I’m feelin’ I’m cheated I’m feelin’ I’m needed I’m feelin’ conceited I’m feelin’ I’m heated
I got this shit goin’ like out on the road
I got so much heat I think Imma explode
It’s all building up I think Imma implode
Got more shit comin’ think Imma reload
Give me a call imma put you on hold
Playin’ some cards boy you better fold
Change it up like you set on a mode
Saying bullshit like it’s some kind of code
Tryna say sorry but that shit ain’t sold
24 hours bitch I never close
Y’all think I’m playing, I ain’t playing games
Frozen I’m goin insane
Yo I broke all of my chains
Liftin’ some weights they poppin’ they veins
Left them in awe; put in 4 lanes
Left the mic up in flames
Boy with no dad I’m feelin’ pains
Not in my life but left all the stains
Only with pain can you come back with gains
Finishin’ school cuz I got so much brains
Men out here high and I’m calling them planes
All them boys targets I’m perfect with aim
Marvin with mind, listen to Wayne
Ballin’ like it’s some kind of game
They be out here stackin’ the blame
Im only out here makin’ my claims
HOOK:
Life too short fuck with them bands
Life too short fuck with these hands
Life too short fuck with they plans
Life too short fuck with your fans
Life too short fuck with them bands
Life too short fuck with these hands
Life too short fuck with they plans
Life too short fuck with your fans
Fuck with my boys and they fuckin’ with me
Fuck with my boys and they fuckin’ with me
Fuck with my boys and they fuckin’ with me
Fuck with my boys and they got all the keys
Fuck with my boys and they fuckin’ with me
Fuck with my boys and they fuckin’ with me
Fuck with my boys and they fuckin’ with me
Fuck with my boys and they got all the keys

VERSE 2:
Ain’t got no money I think that I’m done
Ask for my money bitch I ain’t got none
They think they shit they think they won
You ugly you yo daddy’s son
(Ay) Pull the tech and you wet up
(Ay)Tell me your free and I’ll hit you up
(Ay) Tell me your free and I’ll scoop you up
(Ay) Fuck around and run it up
We reachin’ the dream just me and my team
We put in the coal out come the steam
Everyone round me swear they all fiends
Throw in a jolly rancher make it lean
No ones’ eyes should see what I’ve seen
All my n***as winning shoutout to Sheen
Pocket of bread mocassins’ clean
Getting gwop don’t fuck with my scheme
HOOK:
Life too short fuck with them bands
Life too short fuck with these hands
Life too short fuck with they plans
Life too short fuck with your fans
Life too short fuck with them bands
Life too short fuck with these hands
Life too short fuck with they plans
Life too short fuck with your fans
Fuck with my boys and they fuckin’ with me
Fuck with my boys and they fuckin’ with me
Fuck with my boys and they fuckin’ with me
Fuck with my boys and they got all the keys
Fuck with my boys and they fuckin’ with me
Fuck with my boys and they fuckin’ with me
Fuck with my boys and they fuckin’ with me
Fuck with my boys and they got all the keys