released July 10, 2012

You ain’t ‘bout that life, you ain’t been that trife
Not nearly that gangsta (Chill!)
Pants saggin’ down still, actin’ like you’re Meek Mill
Not nearly that rapper
God got a greater purpose for your life
Don’t be a clown in a ‘circus’ all your life
In the town or the churches, I’m awesome! Why?
I’m profound with the verses I often write
Dude I’m scorching mics, while you’re out there
Trying to be a fraud, better turn to God, better learn with God
Or be a façade up in VIP
‘Cause some rapper said, ‘Be like me’
Yo, the flesh gotta D.I.E, get it ready like B.I.G
Or be Chi Ali
Up North for a long time, never had a strong mind
In and outta jail like T.I.P

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Your act is a façade
Don’t know who you’re supposed to be
I know myself through God
With Him, I am His poetry
Satan is sure to deceive you
Be who God made you or we don’t believe you
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(Chorus)
Acting like a thug but you’re scared of a gun
You ain’t ‘bout that life, You ain’t ‘bout that life
Better get it right, you ain’t ‘bout that life
Good girl gone bad but it’s all been a front
You ain’t ‘bout that life, You ain’t bout that life
Better get it right, you ain’t ‘bout that life
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Yo sis, check it out
You’re throwing up your drink any second now
Passed out on the couch, it be getting foul
Ain’t usually how you be getting down
You’re trying to live life in the ‘fast lane’
‘Bad meets evil’ in mixed drinks and champagne
But you’re playin’ yourself, it’s a sad thang
That you’re an addict, a fiend for this crack game

It’s a tad lame trying to be a ‘photo-shopped’ type
Doing wrong when you know to walk right
In a New York night, in a New York minute
You often cross Christ and you seem lost in it
Tryin’ to be something you’re not tho’
Got you poor in spirit though you got dough
You were on that pole, yeah you got low
Like your self esteem for what you’re not yo
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(Chorus)

Better check your hardened condition
The vice that started your mission
To be apart from God’s vision
Was that the smartest decision?
straight denying your purpose
You’re straight up dying on purpose
The weight of lying will surface
When fame you’re buying feels worthless
You ain’t ‘bout that life
Never was, never will, you straight gotta chill
Before the gun’s in your face going for the kill
Before you’re done with your faith, take another pill
‘Cause you’re about that right?
Running from God ‘til you’re too exhausted
With one night stands and your crew who lost it
Sins I wish you knew to forfeit
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Written by Jason Andre Roberts (CONQUEST) for SeanMessiahJaylahMusic (ASCAP). All vocals by Jason Andre Roberts (CONQUEST). Produced by TR a.k.a.Roberto Torres for BEAT COUNCIL PRODUCTIONS at CREAM CITY STUDIOS, WI. Recorded and mixed by Keith VULTCHA Thomas at THE PIT, Brooklyn NY. Mastered by DON RATNEY & KEITH THOMAS.