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kokane – time keep moving on lyrics

[intro]
ay’ koka’ homie
it don’t matter how much work you put into this sh-t homie
ya’ know
there’s gonna be some motherf-ckers who don’t
don’t respect that sh-t, g
you know what i mean
n-ggas think this sh-t came easy homie, ya know
real n-gga testimony
yea-yea’ hear that

[chorus]
you can go hard
you can go home
you can give up, give up
when things go wrong
but i put in work
i paid my dues
sometimes you win
sometimes you lose
but what {though?} k!ller real n-gga
{will may control?}
as times keep moving on

[verse 1: kokane]
if i can identify around pain
i’ll paint a ugly picture
but out of this ugly picture
come victory, n-gga
now what’s popeye the sailor man
without brutus
what is jesus christ
without that n-gga named judas
where would a n-gga be without this pain
the type of pain that’ll make you blow your brain like cobain
if it had not been for the man up stairs
i would be dead or in jail, looped out somewhere
cause i come from a long list of gangstas and macks
and most blacks in the hood got a uncle who smoke crack
look back at time shake my head ain’t that something
realizing that without god, homie, we nothing
it took a long time for my eyes to be open
but better late than never nothing changed but the weather
i learned a valuable lesson
as quickly as you get blessed
you can loose your blessing

[chorus]

[verse 2: kokane]
now i remember when i used to be the life of the party
pay the tab at the bar
drinks for everybody
n-ggas that i thought used to be my brothers
but when i lost it all
started showing their true colors
it went from celebrating a n-gga
to putting salt on my name
all these m.c’s i bless in this shady rap game
felt humiliated, busted and disgusted
the whole world’s laughing at me
n-ggas i trusted
but the same thing satan designed to k!ll me
is the same thing god use for a n-gga victory
rose out of the ashes
putting paint where it ain’t
got the family on deck
10 fold in the bank
couldn’t thank you scandalous n-ggas enough
seems odd
because of your wicked ways
brought me closer to god
cause these rap n-ggas in the game some weirdos
plucking their eyebrows, painting a n-gga toes
i use to like boy george records
but real n-ggas don’t wear no dresses
the game is so vicious
n-ggas take it up the -ss to get illuminati rich
some n-ggas pay dues and some n-ggas don’t
the lord is my shepherd and i shall not want
he restore my soul
for his name sake
and yike
do i walk through the valley of the fake

[chorus]

[verse 3: mitchy sl!ck]
big wopp from inglewood try to tell me first
he said sl!ck hope your ready rappers get it worst
when i was just damu’ing it was all church
but ever since recognition
i’d a felt cursed
when i was a crash test dummy
they all love me
but once the cash got chunky
someone’s life f-cked me
cali g-ngb-nging rules need to be adjusted
the guidelines ain’t in favour of the homies bumping
they don’t understand the industry
you can be struggling
just because a n-gga got a deal
don’t mean he check busting
you got a 360 deal, you hungry still
suppose to be on tour
n-gga i’m {o.t?} with pills
i get the chills when i think of how it could of ended
on the 4 yard with all my luxuries suspended
cause of some sh-t a n-gga that suppose to be my friend did
free all the homies who didn’t get the memo i did
trill

[chorus]

[outro]
as time keeps moving on
a real n-gga gotta stay strong
wooh, wooh, woo, woo, woo

- kokane lyrics

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