Lifes too strange for me
I might have to leave it
I don't got no reason
I don't got no reason
Mood keep changing season
Yo homies be snitching
I don't got no friends
Those be treason
Come and run these hands
I don't f*ck with leeches
I'm gon get these bands
Cop an ounce then breathe it
Chase a bag I'm cheesin'
Run it up then leave it
Run it up I'm leavin'
Run it up I'm leavin'
Yuh ay huh?