Hollywood - 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***a I won't get devoured I'm k**ing 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 pa**ed 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 a** 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***a 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***as don't mean rap's a f**ing game If you ain't got it you ain't got it n***a know your f**ing 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 p**y pop that p**y for a dollar and some change n***a 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***a I won't get devoured I'm k**ing 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 pa**ed 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 sh** 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**hes hang with b**hes, f*ggot n***as, little Richards Walkers down for k**ing, 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 sh** and feel some unfamiliar feelings Packed up we strapped up bad hoes come lap up Usain Bolt with this rap y'all n***as can't lap us Real n***a til the d**h of me Good weed and a couple of freaks that the recipe, ain't it G Accumulation of loud clouds foggy as ever Make a simple motherf**er 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]