This sound like quail. Had to run it up, look at us we up. Party bands, we turn it up. Send you to the abyss, ain't no going up. Thirty thousand on my wrist, ain't no taking up. Yeah we making bands, yeah we going up. Made a hundred bands, spending on a Bentley truck. Spending another fifty pounds on a Benz, seeing Clyde spaceship. Feelings don't wanna be here, can't take it. Yeah we had to run it up, we ain't done yet. Told her what I'm doing, now she coming for the money. Looking at the past, yeah we had to patch it up. Facing our demons, boy we had to toughen up. This our life, we gotta keep it up, with the trust in. Feeling like this a marathon, we gotta keep it running. Run it up, run it up, run it up, yeah. We gon' keep it real with y'all, we ain't bluffing. You is dirt to my homies, you ain't nothing. You always wanna talk, what's up then? We in our zone, we going up then. We going up, we running up then. We in our zone, we going up. With the Taliban, we shoot them up. If you see the gang shooting the rats, believe you better duck. You and your family ain't gon' see a lot in a day now. Hundred bands for us, preaching y'all, we charging your bag now. Had to run it up, look at us we up. Party bands, we turn it up. Send you to the bed, ain't no going up. 30,000 on my wrist, ain't no taking up. Yeah we making bands, yeah we going up. Made a hundred bands, spending on a Bentley truck. Spending another 50 pounds on a Benz, seeing Clyde's face, yeah. Feelings don't wanna be here, can't take it. We in our zone, we going up then. We in our zone, we going up.