[Intro: A-Wall]
Four in the morning
Cracks in my windscreen calling
Standing at the edge of my roof it’s a long way down
But I don’t wanna be here
Thinking bout the jump got me so scared
Running out of time if go then it’s gotta be now
You say jump I say how high?
How high?
Let me know that it’s alright
(Alright)
I don’t wanna be up all night
(All night)
Thinking ‘bout
You say jump I say how high?
(How high?)
Let me know that it’s alright
(Alright)
I don’t wanna be up all night
So just hold me down

[Verse 1: Bleu Santana]
Pour the forty out for the homies in the neighborhood
Corner of Pear Ridge and Haverwood
As the sun sets over the city we feeling hopeful
Do this shit right we could be the next moguls
The gang’s all here wе don’t need bandanas
Gotta check the name
It’s Blеu Santana
Coming to you live from the two one four
But the way I kill these beats I should live at the morgue
So tell me one thing what’s the root of your pursuit
Is it glory and gold or are you looking for more
You’re popping tags just to get a sense of power
But you might be undecided when the dollars on the hour hit the check
And the check bounces trying to pay the power
You turned away from reality
Reality struck back
It’s circling your grave
If insanity comes back
Forget about your name
You’ll get gone with the wind
[Verse 2: POLITO]
Yuh, guess it ain’t easy huh?
There ain’t no easy up, improvin on designs
Y’all plan the pie split, you ain’t even cross that line
Neck cramps from watching all my stars align
Just a wounded soul, feelin owed, gimme mines
Sun goes down, smoke rises, apologizin to the sky
Politickin for my life, asking mother gaia for advice
What to do with what i gaze my eyes on?
What to do? i make a fire
Burn the past, the phoenix rise, a hundred hercules of might!
Died so i could see both sides, decide a path i wouldn’t mind
Handfuls of regret dangled in front of my face
We all in on life’s poker game
ALL IN!

[Verse 3: A-Wall]
Tried to tell you not to leave and now you wanna make a scene
Now the kid is on TV and he in all the magazines
I be front row in the pit you sitting pretty in the bleeds
And fuck whatever you believe this is my reality
Look at my life (yeah)
Look at my sauce (yeah)
Look at these rings look at these diamonds on my watch (yeah)
Look at the price and then tell me what it cost (yeah) (What that cost?)
Look at my life and then tell me what you lost (yeah)
[Verse 4: Bleu Santana]
Look at all the shit that we done did inside a year
Stick to the plan
My former sins won’t wash away and so I fear
Cross on my neck
My legacy is to a T
Got K and P
I need ten percent of all your motherfuckin equity

[Verse 5: Kalid Abdul]
Two kings in the same card
I’m holding back on a lion tongue &
It’s all smoke in my fucking lungs
We gon Break bread and then hit it large
We gon Roll the dice and then watch em fall
You don’t ever give when you got it all
Needa watch your back when We playing cards
Cus theres two worlds on the same block

[Outro: A-Wall]
Four in the morning
Cracks in my windscreen calling
Standing at the edge of my roof it’s a long way down
But I don’t wanna be here
Thinking bout the jump got me so scared
Running out of time if go then it’s gotta be now