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[Intro] You know it's times you gotta put energy into the right things Don't know what y'all thinking and shit you know what I'm saying [Verse 1: AB the Pro] Ain;t got the answers, Sway and Ye shit Opinionated, Steven Naismith Baeless, I vacated Get cake everyday happy belated bitch They said I wouldn't be shit Now I'm working at the school I used to skip Educated, preservation Checking the Ritz Carlton reservations Let's get high, elevation for your mind, meditation I swear it wasn't free shit, keep it sacred, now it's a secret Some be prayin' with the deacon The most high, pledge your allegiance Graduated with a degree in schooling the hard knocks The only game we compete in Sink my teeth in, get my feet wet Rather do it now than live my life with regrets Gotta E-X-I-T cause we next, I gotta do it big like a 3 X Sink my teeth in, get my feet wet Rather do it now then live my life with regrets Gotta E-X-I-T cause we next, I gotta do it big like a 3 X [Verse 2: Uptown XO] I know sometimes I'm right I know sometimes I'm wrong Accepted by the light, my nigga cash gone And I won't see him no more, pouring liquor to the floor This is the life of me and I have to thank you lord But for the life of me I keep thinking crazy thoughts Like losing my own life and taking yours They told us people would get my nigga dead or debted Soon as you try to change you get tempted to stick with it Listen if you really really can get you to chilly chilly Concealing them bitches to preserve your [?] [?] girls see him start cheesin' Start eatin' hot they hate [?] If you can or if you can't you're right either way My homies in the pen see the light one hour a day Aye, when I succeed I sign with a face But the hate comes with love flower and vase A tortoise in the head the fuck is a race You don't belong in first place in the first place Go shawty it's your birthday But watch out niggas hate soon as you cut the cake Bitches too, soon as she chose you took a nigga place Listen to that voice and you'll fuckin' do what it say [Verse 3: AB the Pro] What niggas drying tears, enough for niggas treasure Lord knows that I ain't perfect I'm just tryna be better Forever to the letter I'm tryna be great No answers but that path it gotta be straight Caught up in the lust no trust they lie in your face Your funeral lay safe they shot up your way Glory and love fuck the story of a thug it's the hate The pain and the loss and the gain and the money maintain What your friends call foe from the block when it's hot To a cell where it's cold got you pacing Thoughts racing out of control for that prada and gold Nigga part of your soul, I'm fighting hard not to be hurt My flesh so scared shit could be worse Ass backwards living in reverse Sequel to the saga of the last don the rebirth This fast life I made it class My nice deal my cut plastic My body built for the war My girl Gucci and Couture Black Cinderellas popping with mozzarella Pimping purple turtles in Versaces, Donatellos No splinter, cold winter, feet steroids Spit bars to memoirs I gets that heron