hidefinition – time lyrics
[hook: j. mic]
minute after minute, hour after hour
i stay chasing money cause that money get you power
it’s dogs eating dogs but n-gg- i won’t get devoured
i’m k!lling out these cowards for that money and that power
minute after minute, day after day
i grind my fingers to the bone
for one that’s here or p-ssed away
and i might not get this money exactly how my pastor say
til i make it out the bottom i don’t know no faster way
[verse 1: hollywood]
man this verse is solely for those phony homies
rapping -ss jabronies someone close the casket for me
i’m too busy piling bodies up from here clear to wyoming
it’s just shotty rounds and body counts for n-gg- who oppose me
and we are not the same but you won’t die in vain
you’ll serve as an example for those bent on getting slain
just cause i’m balling on these n-gg-s don’t mean rap’s a f-cking game
if you ain’t got it you ain’t got it n-gg- know your f-cking lane
my environments to blame, for extensive use of slang
vernacular evolved from them tobacco fields and sugar cane
we just some money addicts but they slaves to the fame
so pussy pop that pussy for a dollar and some change n-gg-
minute after minute
[hook: j. mic]
minute after minute, hour after hour
i stay chasing money cause that money get you power
it’s dogs eating dogs but n-gg- i won’t get devoured
i’m k!lling out these cowards for that money and that power
minute after minute, day after day
i grind my fingers to the bone
for one that’s here or p-ssed away
and i might not get this money exactly how my pastor say
til i make it out the bottom i don’t know no faster way
[verse 2: skywalker]
this shit was created, solely for the hatred
the ones that never face it that i’m coming for the takings
and the spoils or the riches don’t be lilo and get stitches
cause b-tches hang with b-tches, f-ggot n-gg-s, little richards
walkers down for k!lling, i’m chilling with the villains
that are down to do whatever we just trying to make a million
and then another million man, lord willing
i’ll make it out this shit and feel some unfamiliar feelings
packed up we strapped up bad hoes come lap up
usain bolt with this rap y’all n-gg-s can’t lap us
real n-gg- til the death of me
good weed and a couple of freaks that the recipe, ain’t it g
acc-mulation of loud clouds foggy as ever
make a simple motherf-cker go check on the weather
we make it rain only for stripper hoes
and really that’s based on how much liquor that i dispose
[hook]
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