Exile ft. Saint C Lyrics

I've found that nothing in life is worthwhile unless you take risks

Nothing

Nelson Mandela said: "There is no passion to be found playing small"

Exile

Casted away

Thrown to the side

Empty paper plate

I make money now

Travel in an out

Stable mind state

Ain't no crashin' out

They told me to die

They tryna' end me

They don't want me alive

It's not fair or friendly

But it's gon' take a hundred grown men just to kill 'em

It's gon' take a hundred grown men just to kill 'em

It's gon' take a hundred grown men just to kill 'em

It's gon' take a hundred grown men just to kill 'em

It's gon' take a hundred grown men just to kill 'em

You know that I never die

Every time I hop on a mic

A ma' fucka' just cry

Out his soul

Everything everybody been through

Every time I had to go rogue

And a ma' fucka' gotta' break off

Gotta' sweat it off

Gotta take a roll, yeah

Hop in a Rolls, yeah

Poppin' that X then I hop in a Rolls

You already ma' fuckin' know

I had to just get myself up in the zone

I'm never going back to broke

I really had been in the spot all alone

It's all business I suppose

Exile

Casted away

Thrown to the side

Empty paper plate

I make money now

Travel in an out

Stable mind state

Ain't no crashin' out

They told me to die

They tryna' end me

They don't want me alive

It's not fair or friendly

But it's gon' take a hundred grown men just to kill 'em

It's gon' take a hundred grown men just to kill 'em

It's gon' take a hundred grown men just to kill 'em

It's gon' take a hundred grown men just to kill 'em

They casted me out 'cause they hated me

They underrated me

They really said I was nothin'

I added it up in a vacancy

They wasn't tracing me

Check me you think that I'm bluffin'

Gotta die I ain't grieving for nothing

Pussy niggas soft like a muffin

Hold up, stop, wait, then crush 'em

Ain't no way a thot I'm cuffin'

These niggas is seriously blind

Mental and physical, leave 'em behind

These hoes reciprocals, flip 'em for dimes

Cash app and Venmo, ain't using no Chime

Cash on delivery we ain't got time

Fuck do I look like standing in line

Bustin' out hundreds and twenties no ones

We do this for fun, they wanna' end me by the gun

Exile

Casted away

Thrown to the side

Empty paper plate

I make money now

Travel in an out

Stable mind state

Ain't no crashin' out

They told me to die

They tryna' end me

They don't want me alive

It's not fair or friendly

But it's gon' take a hundred grown men just to kill 'em

It's gon' take a hundred grown men just to kill 'em

It's gon' take a hundred grown men just to kill 'em

It's gon' take a hundred grown men just to kill 'em