[Chorus: Q-Tip & Cordae] When I think it's all she wrote, looking through my holy quotes Looking for the antidote, and I think I've found that it's life Life, my nigga, it's life, more life When I think it's all she wrote, looking through my holy quotes Looking for the antidote, and I think I've found that it's life Life, my nigga, it's life (Yeah), more life (Okay)
[Verse 1: Cordae] I ain't dropped a song in a year, my fans is happy to wait Designer music, turned my album in fashionably late But, damn, the timing perfect My last classic was dedicated to finding purpose Still don't think that I get the credit that I'm deserving But last week, we was just hooping with Kyrie Irving I've been focusing on things that seem not as urgent Like staying true to my core These basic things they saying you should ignore Who could afford the price of fame? But honestly, what is we doing it for? My happiness, I'm still pursuing the source Laid my life over these lucrative scores Document struggles that we choose to endure And they wonder why the young niggas looting the stores Damn, but this a real nigga declaration Got my advance and spent that shit like it was reparations Won't always understand my moves, 'cause this is chess we playing I talked to Q-Tip 'bout stacking blue chips, he said
[Chorus: Q-Tip] When I think it's all she wrote, looking through my holy quotes Looking for the antidote, and I think I've found that it's life Life, my nigga, it's life, more life When I think it's all she wrote, looking through my holy quotes Looking for the antidote, and I think I've found that it's life Life, my nigga, it's life, more life
[Verse 2: Cordae] Now listen, uh Manifestations from my thoughts and my dreams So often it seems prophetic, although caution it brings I'm waking up in cold sweats with no sex, although vexed My energy I gotta protect, where will I go next? Back to conclusions that I made in the past Much prior to the current present, early stages of rap When I had just wanted to make it in rap Now fast forward to passed torches, a nigga got the game on his back Carrying loads, at the same time, burying foes Peep my catalog, you'll marvel at my various flows My girl a tennis star, you niggas out here marrying hoes Plus, I be selling out shows in different area codes, but check it My premature premonitions are part of my existence To every page that is written, this pen with such conviction Listen to music, it's obvious that the substance missing A lot of tests comes to those to whom much is given
[Chorus: Q-Tip] When I think it's all she wrote, looking through my holy quotes Looking for the antidote, and I think I've found that it's life Life, my nigga, it's life, more life When I think it's all she wrote, looking through my holy quotes Looking for the antidote, and I think I've found that it's life Life, my nigga, it's life, more life
[Outro: Cordae] Just more life (More life) More life, more life It's life, it's life (It's life) It's life, it's life, it's just lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
