Exit Wounds

Crack God made it

Fresco

Save all the hundreds and fifties, re-up with the twenties

Spend all the fives and tens 'cause fuck it, it's plenty

I didn't have to choose this life, but fuck it, I did it

And I got an exit plan, I can't get stuck in it

I put a twenty five in my JanSport

Rent me a car, go do it myself, won't trust no transport

I learned from a early age that this a man's sport

You can have anything you want, just gotta plan for it

Don't let the left hand know what the right hand doing

Feds looking for information, all my **** playing stupid

You know I don't hang with lames, don't fraternize with groupies

These **** think they hiding in plain sight, we know you a goofy

Heard he plottin' on my racks, concealing his intentions

Can't say for sure but he probably hatin' his bitch be in my mentions

When I'm around certain **** I could feel the tension

That's why we ride with extra rounds, you know the clip's extended

****, just pay attention

Save all the hundreds and fifties, re-up with the twenties

Spend all the fives and tens 'cause fuck it, it's plenty

I didn't have to choose this life, but fuck it, I did it

And I got an exit plan, I can't get stuck in it

Cop me a Rollie that's plain jane, I'm prolly gon' wait on the diamonds

What good is an order that come from a boss if capo don't take the assignment

It's nothing for me to put you on some work, I'll let you get this on consignment

You owe me a tab, don't pick up your phone, we gon' have to get in alignment

Pull up to your spot, ain't no talking it out, 'cause I already gave you a chance

You all at the mall, and you ballin' and shit like you already gave me my bands

I don't wanna be this way but **** force me to make them an example

**** be playing, I ain't got the time, put his ass in a skillet and scramble

Woosah, bring me his wallet and shoebox

And send him a pic of his new thot

Never touching the stove when the soup hot

I bet he be knowing my number now

Tryna call but I don't wanna hear him out

Tell all his partners the shop closed

Shut down his block and we clear 'em out

Whenever I count

Save all the hundreds and fifties, re-up with the twenties

Spend all the fives and tens 'cause fuck it, it's plenty

I didn't have to choose this life, but fuck it, I did it

And I got an exit plan, I can't get stuck in it

I put a twenty five in my JanSport

Rent me a car, go do it myself, won't trust no transport

I learned from a early age that this a man's sport

You can have anything you want, just gotta plan for it