Time Is Money

[Intro: Vic Mensa] Ay Trip, where that smoke at? Let me hit that bitch one time Bless me, yeah Stanky man Boi 1da, INNANET, INNANET-NET-NET-NET-Nuh [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] I was losin' it, lost in the dark, but I found my lighthouse I like when it rains in the spring Light a J better seen with the lights, oh (Dolo) Speakers in the Mac back like Rose like Mike, no I know in the end niggas left, but I guess it's all alright, no I mean, I know all them, their armors in that science ain't it Prolly the reason my people's pupils so dilated If you gon' die, might as well die young Tryin' to be optimistic with the politicians Cut schools, buy guns, but when the shots is lickin' at the ones that'll lose they son Instead they send 'em to private schools and pull back on public funds While functioning as if they could begin to fathom where the fuck we comin' from Sometimes I hold my tongue, talkin' feels useless I used to point in circles for wasted years lost in excuses Time is money, every second I spent in high-school clockin' Should've been on the road fuckin' with hoes, fallin' through holes in my pockets But everything happens for a reason If you choose to look at it that way And put truth into the things you do And really believe what you say They say the darkest night comes before the brightest morning I like to think I'd ask the right things if God was right before me Like, why you let babies get shot while babies is killin'? All because the system that raised me from grade school made me the villain Barely out of my momma's crib Can't even tie my own laces Just moved into a brand new place But somehow I still miss my basement I guess the thing about lookin' back is you can't change leavin' And I guess the thing about judgin' the past is that it just ain't even [Hook: Vic Mensa & Beldina] I know that money makes the world go 'round Money makes the world go 'round But don't forget it when you get it My pops told me, told me, "Make money But the money you make don't make you" Make money, but the money you make don't make you Make money, but the money you make don't make you Make money, but the money you make don't make you [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] Save money, hope the money you save could save you Silk my sheets set in sace my sugar for my table Too easy readin' people, tweetin', tweakin' like they hate you But what's even easier is callin' your mom just to say thank you Could've been the one that never dropped Could've been the one that got shot Could've never seen what it means to be mean Be trapped in a box Strapped in a box Chevy with lil' Eddie back home on the block Blockin' the sunlight It's like a solar eclipse in my city in the middle of a gunfight Straight shots hit kids in the dark That's the way it is like Walter Cronkite Drunk off of the thrill, I feel like shootin' back in the distance Prolly bounce off of a light pole and kill a fuckin' kid in the kitchen Kissin' the past goodbye Buyin' a stairway to heaven cause in time we all have to die I just know when my time comes I'mma have made mine [Hook] [Verse 3: Rockie Fresh] Yeah, Sir Rockie I'm smoked out, but I'm grindin' I'm never weed windin', but reclinin' while remindin' You I'mma keep my foot on these pun niggas neck Stay on the road like some wheels and a board and a deck Young nigga wildin', gotta give respect Rollie on my arm, I'm the one they elect I got that fire flow, I'm the one they detect Gotta get the check, these niggas wanna say, "Turn up" But then they turn up and then they earn what? Nothin', they frontin' Here we go, we're the topic of discussion Fresh nigga, but the flow is disgustin' And the money come fast cause I run with the nigga that made Every day we hustlin' It's like we came with the master plan Not just talk, but the cash in hand Make a animorph into no-mans-land We could make 100 grand just like no man can But every time I sit and watch the weekend news See how many people in the weekend lose It give the boy the blues, fuck all these clothes and shoes Motivation what they could use and I got it [Hook]