[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 n***a, 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 n***a, 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 n***as looting the stores
Damn, but this a real n***a 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 n***a, 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 n***a, 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a, 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 n***a, 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 life