[Intro: Lil Bean]
(Mmm, Elii)
Yeah, huh

[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Middle of the war, I was taught to lace up
All my n***as in the field, they don't got no paystubs
Bro a real fiend, tryna pour an eighth up
I be up all night, won't be up 'til eight somethin'
I be in the field tryna get my cake up
Ayy, if she don't want it in, then I guess she ain't for me
If I go broke, then I gotta shake somethin'
Ayy, I gotta live it up, we all got a day comin'

[Verse 1: Lil Bean]
Lost too many friends, bro, the streets just can't love me
If I tell him bounce out, I bet bro erase somethin'
N***as buyin' views, brodie, thеm is fake numbers
I know n***as in the hood blow you down for еight hundred
You get in that room, I was taught don't say nothin'
Bitch, I got it on my hip, I don't do no fake clutchin'
Yeah, I bet she turn her head when she see that Wraith comin'
I been rockin' custom jewelry for the last eight summers
Brother, where the hoes? I need two of them
Yeah, bro just popped a bean, man, it's 2 AM
Ayy, I'm thinkin' 'bout a piece, I'm comin' new again
Yeah, tryna run them bands, I'ma lose some friends
Yeah, tryna make it out, man, it been a long road
Brother got that strap and it got a long nose
Tryna make this money, n***as rather crack jokes
Bitch, I'm from the streets, I know about that backdoor
[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Middle of the war, I was taught to lace up
All my n***as in the field, they don't got no paystubs
Bro a real fiend, tryna pour an eighth up
I be up all night, won't be up 'til eight somethin'
I be in the field tryna get my cake up
Ayy, if she don't want it in, then I guess she ain't for me
If I go broke, then I gotta shake something
Ayy, I gotta live it up, we all got a day comin'

[Verse 2: ZayBang]
Ayy, ayy, put it in her mouth, nutted on her lace front
If she ain't into suckin' dick, then lil' baby can't come
Another sucker dead, tell 'em pick his face up
N***as trippin' over bitches, you ain't even laced up
Them n***as dead broke, n***a, get your pape' up
I ain't seen a bitch yet that I think I can't fuck
Just let him run his mouth, they be quick to say somethin'
N***as probably lose a brother, we'll really take somethin'
It's the middle of that war, it be time to mask up
Everybody get a shot, that ain't shit we pass up
If you ain't with the shit, n***a, cut your top up
That's how shit get popped up
Shells jumpin' out the crowd like a fuckin' moshpit
I ain't steppin' through my front door without no profit
And I don't need no n***a with me, bitch, I got stick
All that dissin' in them songs got you catchin' hot shit
[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Middle of the war, I was taught to lace up
All my n***as in the field, they don't got no paystubs
Bro a real fiend, tryna pour an eighth up
I be up all night, won't be up 'til eight somethin'
I be in the field tryna get my cake up
Ayy, if she don't want it in, then I guess she ain't for me
If I go broke, then I gotta shake somethin'
Ayy, I gotta live it up, we all got a day comin'