Time

[Produced by Boi-1da and The Maven Boys] [Verse] My homie just died from cancer, I ain’t been the same since Taught me to stop worrying about life and live this shit ’til the day ends No matter where you go you got the same sins and the same regrets on the same ship We may be living these different stories but write with the same pen Bleed the same ink, on the same script, love the same bitch but feel the hatred In the end it’s painless, so I’mma knot my laces and attempt to run the races while dodgin’ some cases But, in the end the apartment vacant and I can’t even make these payments And I really don’t know how to say this, I got talent but I’ll waste it In the basement before I get rich and famous, and become complacent Over these bitches wearin’ the fragrance and all this champagne up here by the Aces, uhh I can feel the changes but trying to get on stages gonna leave me on the pavement Bakin’ for ages, a picture that cannot be painted ‘cause every time you try you get tainted And I’m trying to get out of Lakeland before I get caught by the gauges, that’s my motivation And telling’ my mama she ain’t gotta work for minimum wages bouncin’ around the corporations But to be honest we in a generation where you can’t get by on welfare, you can’t solve shit with a prayer So beware for the ones who don’t care when you sheddin’ them tears Take a stand and walk through the fire to capture your deepest desires But when you reach the end of the wire don’t be shocked if someone has a lighter Watch your step cause you might fall off the ledge trying to go higher And every friend is a threat, gotta be dead to see the liars Three sides to every survivor, good, bad, and the proof Three sides to every story, yours, theirs, and the truth And if I lose at I had your attention for a second or two Not to mention I broke rules and spoke my views in this booth Tension rising, life giving me lemons but I keep making juice Sun setting on the horizon but I can see all of the hues They trying to kill off the youth, I’m trying to get off the news They give you a truce then come back with a deuce, should just crawl in the noose, I’m sorry that this is the truth Cause there’s a lot of people frontin' but even the devil was once an angel Only time I hear ‘bout my homies is if it’s fatal, they told me be faithful and pray more but now he disabled Don’t trust nobody, even Cain killed Abel, we slaves to the ‘caine that’s why we slang more All we wanna do is take the chains off, you got three whips in the garage that you paid for Distasteful and painful, they all be running the table just to take your home How you expect us to be grateful when we in Hell and didn’t give us a chance to grow old? Lean on me during your battles even when life gets tough to handle If I ain’t tell you that I love you just remember that I don’t have to