Mayday

I been on a mission tryna get a 100 bands

Empty out your pockets then I do the running man

I been on a mission tryna get a 100 bands

Empty out your pockets then I do the running man

Used to drive in the dirtiest Honda

Heart as black as the king of Wakanda

Making calls that they wouldn't respond to

Stomach touching so I had to go phanda

Leonitus, yeah I had to go conquer

See the hustle never came with a sponsor

But the hunger, it created a monster

Only option that was left was to boss up

Love the hustle, I was made for this

That's why you find me with no navigation

Coz I'm where the paper is

I gotta remind her, say please do not play with me baby

Coz I'm right where the danger is

Level the bands up

Levels the rands up

It's a money heist, but not no taking the ransom

Can I see the damn hands up

Don't be a fucking hero, bitch!

I been on a mission tryna get a 100 bands

Empty out your pockets then I do the running man

I been on a mission tryna get a 100 bands

Empty out your pockets then I do the running man

Should already know

Got too many roles

Chase imminent goals

Need my money swole

I stay on my toes

Got time for no foes

They wiping they nose

I leave them expose

I'm eating my cake

And I'm eating it whole

I told you no stopping

Till properties owned

I got me a family

No time for no hoes

You boys are not focused

And sadly it shows

I'm always on go

I'm always on go

Position is pole

But still on a stroll

There's hurt on my soul

That nobody know

Heart is on ice and

I'm keeping it froze

Got the submission

On permanent hold

The manifestation

Of prophecies told

As soon as you press them

Show feminine woes

I click and they pose

I'm crossing out O's

Again and again

I'm here for the win

I can not pretend

Consider it sin

I only have brothers

I don't have no friends

I stay on a level

I'm only on ten

Watch how you talk

Or I'm chopping your chin

Hitting the block

Like a top how we spin

Put 'em in chalk

When it comes to the pen

Never been one for talk

Or a trend!

Only known hunger

It's time that we feast

Cooking the game

On a hundred degrees

I'm planning on dropping

The top to their knees

Like a pulling a glock

On a opp till he freeze

Bitch