One-eighty on the 401. Ten tracks. I made all of them for you.Eight of them are you. I wrote your life down and I never asked.Two are mine. They're the last two. That ain't an accident.Play it loud. That's the only thing I'm asking.One is a cloned key and a clock in the kick.Your voice is in the track—I never cut the clip.Two is a number climbing while the room holds its breath,provably fair, so there's nobody left.Three is a fence, then a fence, then nothing at all.Ziplock, glitter case, cracked screen—that's the call.Four is a printer that don't quit till the drawer clicks.Paid by midnight. Paid again by six.Everybody wanna floor itNobody checks where the road endsEverybody wanna floor itNobody counting the exitsSame road, likkle brother—take the exit (EXIT)I ain't preaching, I just left it (LEFT IT)Fate don't call twice, it calls collectYou dodged it one time—it don't forgetTake the exit, take the exit (EXIT)One clean turn, no need to explain itLive fast, die young—you already died twiceNext one ain't a season, it's a lifeFive is a fake page and a Roblox dream,same brain, one degree off—nobody said a thing.Six is a burn mark in the arm of the couch,last bar meets the first, that's the whole year, no way out.Seven is a jerry can, ninety-one, and a walk.There's no finish. There's just the next one. That's the talk.Eight is a steel door. That's it. That's the song.Press one to accept—and I accepted every time you called.Everybody wanna floor itNobody checks where the road endsEverybody wanna floor itNobody counting the exitsSame road, likkle brother—take the exit (EXIT)I ain't preaching, I just left it (LEFT IT)Fate don't call twice, it calls collectYou dodged it one time—it don't forgetTake the exit, take the exit (EXIT)One clean turn, no need to explain itLive fast, die young—you already died twiceNext one ain't a season, it's a lifeI don't know how to reach you. That's the honest version of it.Every time I open my mouth, you hear Dukes.So I took your year and put it on a beat. Not to expose you.So you'd hear it from outside your own head, the way I had to.Not to fix you. I can't. I tried that once and it was pride, not help.I ain't got a speech. I got a tracklist and your number.Nine has no drop. On purpose. She never gave us one.Just the word House, ringing dry, and then it's done.Ten is keep six—the lookout and the city, both.Shoes by my door I still don't think I'm owed.Eight of these are yours. I said your life out loud.Two are mine—her, and the ramp. That's all I own.I never wrote you a lesson, I wouldn't know the words—I wrote what you did, and I left your name out.If it lands, it lands where the drums cut out.Not the part where I'm right. The part where you know the sound.And I almost took the wrong one. Understand that before anything else.Sat at the top of the ramp with the signal on, engine going, and didn't move.So I can't promise you it's easy.Can't promise it ain't potholes the whole stretch.Can't promise it won't make you slow right down. It will.That ain't the catch. That's the road.Take it anyway.(take it) (take it) (take it)Same road, likkle brother—TAKE THE EXIT (EXIT)I ain't preaching, I just left it (take it)Fate don't call twice, it calls collect (take it)You dodged it one time—it don't forgetTAKE THE EXIT, TAKE THE EXIT (EXIT)One clean turn, no need to explain it (take it)Live fast, die young—you already died twiceNEXT ONE AIN'T A SEASON, IT'S A LIFE(take it) (take it) (take it)There's an exit every mile. That's the part nobody says.Ten songs, and not one of them is a favour. (take it)You don't owe me a call back. You don't owe me nothing.You owe yourself. (take it)Just play it in the car. That's the whole ask.Same blood. Different exits.Phone's on. Always been.
