Vic Mensa - Time Is Money lyrics

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Vic Mensa - Time Is Money lyrics

Yeah Hey Trip where that smoke at? Let me hit that b**h one time Blast me yeah stinky man I was losing 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 Speakers in the Mac back Like Rose like Mike no I know in the end n******gs left But I guess it's all alright no I mean I know all them their armor's In that science ain't it Probably the reason my people's pupils so dilated If you gonna die might as well die young sponsored links Trying to be optimistic with the politicians Cut schools buy guns but when the shots Is licking 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 f** we coming from Sometimes I hold my tongue Talking feels useless I used to point in circles For wasted years lost in excuses Time is money every second I spend in high school clocking Should've been on the road f**ing with hoes Falling 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 k**ing? All because the system that raised me From grade school made me the villain Barely out of my momma 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 looking back Is you can't change leaving And I guess the thing about judging the past Is that it just ain't even 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 Save money hope the money ... Too easy reading people tweeting Tweaking like they hate you But what's even easier is calling 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 little Eddie Back home on the block Blocking 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 Shooting back in the distance Drolly bounce off of a light pole And k** a f**ing kid in the kitchen Kissing the past goodbye Buying a stairway to heaven Cause in time we all have to die I just know when my time comes Imma have made mine 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 Yeah sir Rocky I'm Smoked out but I'm grinding I'm never weed winding But reclining while reminding You Imma keep my foot On these pun n******gs neck Stay on the road like some Wheels and a board and a deck Young n******g wilding 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 n******gs wanna say turn up But then they turn up And then they earn what? Nothing they fronting Here we go we're the topic of discussion Fresh n******g but the flow is disgusting And the money come fast cause I run with the n******g that made Every day we hustling It's like we came with the master plan Not just talk but the cash in hand Make an anamorphic 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 And give the boy the blues f** all these clothes and shoes Motivation what they could use and I got it 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