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[INTRO] Had to choose what to lose Before I knew what to gain. Now pour it up. [VERSE 1] Hard choices made a hard face, can't soften the expression Had to gamble with the future just to pay for the present Long nights, short patience, ten toes through the weather Every setback got collected, put the pressure all together Couldn't wait for opportunity, had to make the bitch nervous Turned a dead-end into leverage, now the dead ends serving Whole lot changed when the hunger got serious Used to count what was missing, now the room getting curious Bottle on ice, bad bitch beside me She like the way the wrist shine, I like the way she eye me No sleep, all week, still fresh when I step in Life kept throwing hard choices, I kept choosing progression [HOOK] Pour it up, We earned this. Top shelf, No nervous. Long road, Still burning. Whole squad Still turning. Pour it up, Don't waste it. Hard times, Replaced 'em. If it cost, We paid it. If it's ours, We take it. [VERSE 2] Used to make a dollar dance, now the bankroll got rhythm Every loss came with a lesson, every lesson got expensive Had to cut some corners just to straighten out the route Had to bet against the odds when the odds were betting out Now the section getting crowded, bottles lined like a ceremony Shorty looking like a problem, that's exactly why she on me She don't need an introduction, neither do the bottles Tonight ain't for tomorrow, tomorrow got its own problems Heavy choices made the shoulders, heavy shoulders made the posture Walk in looking like the rent on the whole room got postponed No handouts in the history, just hands getting dirty Now the champagne hitting different when the struggle made it worthy [VERSE 3] Took the long way, now the long way look luxurious Old pain underneath the fragrance, still the cologne expensive Couple bad decisions almost turned the dream to rubble Had to learn which fires needed fuel and which ones needed trouble Still grinding like the rent due, even when the rent paid That's the difference between surviving and becoming self-made Bottle service, dark room, bass rattling the glasses Pretty faces in the section, all attracted to the action She said, "You don't ever stop?" Nah, that's part of the condition. Built a life from hard decisions, Now the hard part is tradition. [HOOK] Pour it up, We earned this. Top shelf, No nervous. Long road, Still burning. Whole squad Still turning. Pour it up, Don't waste it. Hard times, Replaced 'em. If it cost, We paid it. If it's ours, We take it. [OUTRO] Bad choices made the man. Hard times made the hunger. Now the bottle makes the toast. And the night makes the memories.