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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 f*ck with me the way I f*ck with them
I hope that my clique love me, without them I'd be dead
All this sh*t 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 bast*rd goin’ broke
b*tch, I need my f*ckin’ 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