Killer Mike, Offset and Blxst - EXIT 9

I remember them days, makin' minimum wage
I was tryna maintain, look how far I done came
Pop champagne for the pain, I'm campaginin' for change
All the progress we made, bigger things on the way

Whip my sixty-nine-five 'Burb from the curb
I done had to work it like a square and had to serve
I'm listenin' to Big and Dre, and crumblin' on erb
I'm pushin' down MLK with a quarter-pound of herb
Passin' through the temp', I say a prayer for fallen soldiers
Rest in peace to Bruce and may God be with DG Yola
It hurt like Hell to say but rest in peace to Rico Wade
He soundtracked the day when me and Sleek was servin' J
We done made it up from shorties (yeah)
Drinkin' forties, livin' lawless (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Today shiftin' the flame, diamond flawless and I fault this (yeah, yeah)
Thank the Lord, I ain't a junkie, ain't an alcoholic (oh-oh-oh-oh)
The pride of Atlanta, Michael Render steady ballin'

Let's bring out the champagne, roll up an airplane
Life is a rare thing (life is a rare thing)
We rise, we fall, even when back's on wall
I find a way I can maintain, yeah
Treat MLK, like my memory lane
Ain't no feelin' the same, hope you feelin' my pain
I put my blood, sweat, and tears in the game
Ain't no feelin' the same, hope you feelin' my pain

(Offset)
Oh, my brother, look in the air, I see an angel that flyin' (angel)
Fifteen years, brother gone, every day momma cry (momma)
I was strugglin', start hustlin', start cuttin' up pies (hustle)
Streets start huggin' me, not lovin' me, but it wasn't on my mind
(No, no, no) but it wasn't on my mind
Doin' crime, chasin' a dime, so I don't be behind (hey)
I had did this for my gang, I don't see nothin', go blind (gang)
Grandma died, I wish I could go back and get time (grandma)
Ayy, and I can't live with no regrets (nah)
VV's on my neck and I will kill for my respect (baow)
I done ran it up and now I'm finally out of debt (run it up)
Count me out? Nah, count me in 'cause they know I'm the best (yeah, hey)

Let's bring out the champagne, roll up an airplane
Life is a rare thing (life is a rare thing)
We rise, we fall, even when back's on wall
I find a way I can maintain, yeah
Treat MLK, like my memory lane
Ain't no feelin' the same, hope you feelin' my pain
I put my blood, sweat, and tears in the game
Ain't no feelin' the same, hope you feelin' my pain

Hoppin' over hurdles, into my Chevy converter (yeah)
Swerve around them haters that don't wish to see me further (oh)
My campaign for champagne could've ended with my murder
Miss Betty say, "If you ain't saved in Jesus name, it's worser"
I had to be my own boss, not somebody else's worker
I know the prayer she prayed for me still serve as my preserver
I know some of my actions, they was taxin' and I heard her (oh-oh-oh)
But Lord, if she listenin', please let her know I heard her (yeah)

Let's bring out the champagne, roll up an airplane
Life is a rare thing (life is a rare thing)
We rise, we fall, even when back's on wall
I find a way I can maintain, yeah (I find a way I can maintain)
Treat MLK, like my memory lane
Ain't no feelin' the same, hope you feelin' my pain
I put my blood, sweat, and tears in the game
Ain't no feelin' the same, hope you feelin' my pain

Written by:
Bryan Jones, Damien Romel Farmer, Eliot Dubock, Matthew Dean Burdette, Michael Santiago Render, Warryn S. Ii Campbell, William Eduardo Yanez

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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