Jerri - With Me lyrics

VERSE 1: Coming to a ghetto near you, soon, got some beef with my crew These n***as ridin ain't true Turn your back they lying bout you But when in need they be cryin bout you And claim to be vouchin' bout you Then they stop carin' bout you Then they stop thinkin' bout you Love it or hate it i run it, deal it I make I stack it a hunnit So many people been stealin' the vibe they be talkin' to me like “run it” Thank you Lord so long as I prayed Took a fat minute I'm out of the shade Runnin' away like a n***a was played They ask how I got here I tell em' I paid I travel light years in a minute Always out here I'm hit my limit They say I'll never make it well f** they're all liars Got no ID got no interest in minors I'm feelin' I'm cheated I'm feelin' I'm needed I'm feelin' conceited I'm feelin' I'm heated I got this sh** goin' like out on the road I got so much heat I think Imma explode It's all building up I think Imma implode Got more sh** comin' think Imma reload Give me a call imma put you on hold Playin' some cards boy you better fold Change it up like you set on a mode Saying bullsh** like it's some kind of code Tryna say sorry but that sh** ain't sold 24 hours b**h I never close Y'all think I'm playing, I ain't playing games Frozen I'm goin insane Yo I broke all of my chains Liftin' some weights they poppin' they veins Left them in awe; put in 4 lanes Left the mic up in flames Boy with no dad I'm feelin' pains Not in my life but left all the stains Only with pain can you come back with gains Finishin' school cuz I got so much brains Men out here high and I'm calling them planes All them boys targets I'm perfect with aim Marvin with mind, listen to Wayne Ballin' like it's some kind of game They be out here stackin' the blame Im only out here makin' my claims HOOK: Life too short f** with them bands Life too short f** with these hands Life too short f** with they plans Life too short f** with your fans Life too short f** with them bands Life too short f** with these hands Life too short f** with they plans Life too short f** with your fans f** with my boys and they f**in' with me f** with my boys and they f**in' with me f** with my boys and they f**in' with me f** with my boys and they got all the keys f** with my boys and they f**in' with me f** with my boys and they f**in' with me f** with my boys and they f**in' with me f** with my boys and they got all the keys VERSE 2: Ain't got no money I think that I'm done Ask for my money b**h I ain't got none They think they sh** they think they won You ugly you yo daddy's son (Ay) Pull the tech and you wet up (Ay)Tell me your free and I'll hit you up (Ay) Tell me your free and I'll scoop you up (Ay) f** around and run it up We reachin' the dream just me and my team We put in the coal out come the steam Everyone round me swear they all fiends Throw in a jolly rancher make it lean No ones' eyes should see what I've seen All my n***as winning shoutout to Sheen Pocket of bread moca**ins' clean Getting gwop don't f** with my scheme HOOK: Life too short f** with them bands Life too short f** with these hands Life too short f** with they plans Life too short f** with your fans Life too short f** with them bands Life too short f** with these hands Life too short f** with they plans Life too short f** with your fans f** with my boys and they f**in' with me f** with my boys and they f**in' with me f** with my boys and they f**in' with me f** with my boys and they got all the keys f** with my boys and they f**in' with me f** with my boys and they f**in' with me f** with my boys and they f**in' with me f** with my boys and they got all the keys