Shhh-shhh...u know the deal bando only spill dat real shit bottom line, Life ain’t shit and Ain’t been shit…Nah-na-nah not at all. (Ba-ba-bando on the beat, Bitch) Life ain’t shit, it’s gon’ do you bad Can’t catch a break, feel like I’m goin’ mad Tired of dependin’ on anybody, so I do dirt just to survive Rich don’t give a fuck ’bout you, poor gotta get it out the mud to stay alive 100 rounds on this chopper, bitch I’ma send a bitch to the morgue, not the doctor Ain’t nothin’ they can do to fix what I got for you Life ain’t worth livin’ if you ain’t got some money to spend In the end of it all we just fuckin’ livin, Until God calls. Ba-ba-Bando on the beat, bitch, no doin’ everything for free Change people names for the trust, I don’t give it down easy Been on that cocaine, tryna fall back, tryna stop all the bullshit New life gettin’ hard like a man, too many issues, bitch I’m tired of livin’ Ain’t no fuckin’ Heaven, ain’t nobody really winnin’ All this sinnin’ that we do, you gon’ get it one way or another They don’t give a shit about you when you broke Poor people got to get it out the mud, huntin’ rounds on this chopper Bugs all over my shirt, they want to see me buried under dirt This what you call life? It ain’t worth a damn Life ain’t shit, it’s gon’ do you bad Can’t catch a break, feel like I’m goin’ mad Tired of dependin’ on anybody, so I do dirt just to survive Rich don’t give a fuck ’bout you, poor gotta get it out the mud to stay alive 100 rounds on this chopper, bitch I’ma send a bitch to the morgue, not the doctor Ain’t nothin’ they can do to fix what I got for you Life ain’t worth livin’ if you ain’t got some money to spend In the end of it all we just fuckin’ livin’…honey Friends claim to be real, turn snake and attack by any means No love nowadays, February cold, think it’s a game Thank you clever, thank you got the most brains Fact is you kinda probably sort of insane too All you do is depend on a text, don’t get it back you might hurt yourself You hoes ain’t worth a damn, tore my heart from the start Any hopes of ambition and mission got ripped apart Mention my name, I’ma pull up like the Candyman Say my name, say my name like Destiny’s Child but darker Ain’t got time to deal with nobody no more Rather hit a lick, rob a bit, that’s just the truth of the matter Bando, bando is the name, real name Brandon Still standin’ 10 toes down, demandin’ my respect I don’t give a damn, you don’t give a fuck Lights low, mind gone psycho, yeah I’m stuck Do dirt or die tryin’, that’s the only way I know Chopper talkin’ for me, 100 rounds let it go Ain’t no Heaven waitin’, ain’t no savior in the sky Rich men laughin’ while the poor ones hustle just to get by Life keep punchin’, I keep swingin’ back Bando still standin’, never fold, never crack Tryna live like I’m just tryna breathe Tireless in the deep, can’t get no breeze 100 degrees, 400 hot, this shit hotter than your big shot Can’t get rich enough to ride, need bricks so I can flip that shit But a bitch can’t do that ’cause it’s all no motherfuckin’ right Keep movin’ forward, they don’t do nothin’ anymore Smoke ’em ’cause I fuckin’ need it They ain’t never want to see me ballin’ Gon’ see me bury that dirt I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn Hope you can flip it to a positive… but I don’t give a fuck Woke up to the same empty fridge and unpaid bills Same old demons in my head, same old poppin’ pills Tried to walk a straight line, world pushed me off the edge Now I’m countin’ dirty money with a dirty conscience in my head Mama used to pray for me, now she just shake her head Said “Boy you gon’ end up dead or in a cell instead” I told her this the only language they respect out here Either you the hunter or the prey, ain’t no in-between, it’s clear Every “friend” that ever smiled had a knife behind they back Every promise ever made turned to ash and turned to black So I stopped believin’, stopped trustin’, stopped carin’ who I hurt If the game is cold-blooded then I’m colder than the dirt Cocaine still callin’ my name in the middle of the night I ignore it for a week then I fold and take a hit for the fight Tryna build a new life but the old one keep pullin’ me down Every time I think I’m free, the streets throw another round Ain’t no therapy, ain’t no counselor, ain’t nobody checkin’ in Just me N this chopper and the thoughts that keep creepin’ in Psycho mode activated when the pressure get to loud I don’t talk about my pain, I jus keep it bottled up I don’t give a damn, you don’t give a fuck Lights low, mind gone psycho, yeah I’m stuck Do dirt or die tryin’, that’s the only way I know Chopper talkin’ for me, 100 rounds let it go Ain’t no Heaven waitin’, ain’t no savior in the sky Rich men laughin’ while the poor ones hustle just to get by Life keep punchin’, I keep swingin’ back Bando still standin’, never fold, never crack (ITS Ba-ba-ba-bando, Bitch!)
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