King Syze - And Now lyrics

And now the hands of time Are slowing down on this old clock of mine And it's no secret that we all must die Sooner or later we've all got to die 'Bout to go y'all, been a pleasure to know y'all And I'm letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I'm letting you know it's been a pleasure to know y'all 'Bout to go y'all, been a pleasure to know y'all And I'm letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I'm letting you know it's been a pleasure to know y'all I wrote my first rhyme twenty-one years ago riding strong No fame, no money, am I grinding wrong? But if I'm grinding wrong look at all the time that's gone I guess I gotta find another way provide for mom I don't wanna think that all I did was all for nothing I like to think that every single f*cking song was something But dumb motherf*ckers taking money out my pocket Make it meaner when I get up on the stage and rock it I know that y'all naive, y'all ain't ever made some hot sh** You think I'm rhyming for the love and not to make a profit I don't know a single person that don't like money But y'all download my sh** and take it right from me And I ain't really never learned to do anything else Whether rhyming with the fam or rhyming by myself No y'all, Vinnie rhyming for the dough y'all Got to go y'all, it's been a pleasure to know y'all 'Bout to go y'all, been a pleasure to know y'all And I'm letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I'm letting you know it's been a pleasure to know y'all 'Bout to go y'all, been a pleasure to know y'all And I'm letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I'm letting you know it's been a pleasure to know y'all Who the rap master? I blast past the sky My craft match the gods, the cash pa** through prize Let's break it up, third for you, third for me I call in a G, n***as leave you slaughtered in freezers Just what I see, let's get rich or stay crippled On the cover being broke seems like the same issue A chokehold got Weed Lack of cheese making n***as start playing MCs Please, my real calling is My eye Since my last dropped in whatever happened to Syze F*ck free, no dough please don't ask for flow Work sixteen hours seen my family grow So please don't judge like he ain't sh** I got four records, y'all demoed, y'all ain't sh** The pharaoh costs money man y'all ain't this I can't afford to help y'all now, get off my dick 'Bout to go y'all, been a pleasure to know y'all And I'm letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I'm letting you know it's been a pleasure to know y'all 'Bout to go y'all, been a pleasure to know y'all And I'm letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I'm letting you know it's been a pleasure to know y'all So what if I quit? Nowadays record sales ain't sh** And I did it for the love so long that I'm sick Yeah hip hop's the heart of me but y'all wanna plug your iPods in my arteries and drain my artistry No matter how hard an indie or a major market me I'll die like a martyr till the governor pardons me And we stay focused to guide y'all out of the darkness like Moses but I don't think you know this So even though you say we're the dopest sh** is hopeless Your crops been cursed with the poison locusts Been rocking with Vinnie for eleven years and now I feel with this hip hop sh** the end is near It's like seeing a family member you deeply love Comatose, took to machines and covered with blood Like this can't be real, everything feel bugged And you gotta make the decision to pull the plug Rest in peace And I'm letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I'm letting you know it's been a pleasure to know y'all 'Bout to go y'all, been a pleasure to know y'all And I'm letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I'm letting you know it's been a pleasure to know y'all