I Ain’t Got the Answers Priddy Ugly & Ginger Trill

[Intro: Priddy Ugly]
Yeah-yeah
I'm top 5 on any list
Every list
And there's many lists

[Verse 1: Priddy Ugly]
Top 5 on plenty lists, any list, even back to front
Really drip, made your meddie slip, you should grab a sponge
Need that fetty quick, very quick, really cash I want
Really miss the days where my mama used to pack my lunch
I don't hate nobody but a man that won't pass the blunt
Never pass it back to that man if he won't ash it once
Prayin' on your knees but your problem is a lack of funds
Takin' what I need 'cause I am not the type to ask and want
And if God forgives the things that the pastor done
Why would He give a fuck about the sins of a ratchet nun?
Life's a rabbit run, a bunny hop, you either rabbit lunch
Or you bunny chow, just a snack for brunch
Don't bе a jack of all trades but you master none, lеarn to master some
But there's nothin' more entitled than a master's son
Never lackin', son
See, my dad he would pack a gun
Struggled through his past so the future lived a lavish one
It's not a race, don't chase the finish line
Set your pace and you'll make it in the nick of time
If the path that I chose just isn't mine
Hallelujah, pray to God, I hope He give a sign
I'm paranoid, got tinted windows but I still recline
It's not a gimmick how my lyric and my spirit fine
If the path that I chose just isn't mine
Hallelujah, pray to God, I hope He gives a sign