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[Chorus]
Gotta man up
'Til I’m on a banner
I ain't even gotta plan, none
You can come kill me, don't put my hands up

[Verse]
Dont nobody fuck with me the way I fuck with them
I hope 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

[Chorus]
Gotta man up
’Til I'm on a banner
I ain’t even gotta plan, none
You can come kill me, don't put my hands up
Gotta man up
'Til I'm on a banner
I ain’t even gotta plan, none
You can come kill me, don't put my hands up