Yea
Feels like you get caught in these cycles
Whether you working, robbing, trapping, rapping
You do whatever you gotta' do, just tryna' get your money
Then you look up and years passed
Shit changing, people gone
You don't want to get caught in the motions, time going
OK it's 2 AM and I'm ducking from the one time
Nigga I'm just tryna make it back home
A lot of young niggas never ever get to see the sunshine
One wrong move and you gone
Said it's 2 AM, I ain't tryna close my eyes
No telling where my mind might go
Said if you ain't gone grind, then you ain't gone shine
So I'm tryna' get mine before my time all over
Taking it to heights a lot of niggas won't go
In this game called life, death keep score
From the city of the soldiers
Niggas all soul-less
Winters all icy, summers way colder
Crime rates rise when the money get lower
Surrounded by the eyes of hating niggas who show love
They just wanna' drink, take painkillers, and roll up
Used to do the same shit, nigga I had to grow up
So I can't blame em,
I can only show them
Took a little patience, paper chasing, and focus
Nights up late, risk take for some more bucks
Throw it in the safe for when the fast money slow up
I done gave everything and I ask nothing from no one
Mask off, I been showing my true colors a hundred
Two o'clock in the morning, got 2 inside a Russian
Really my only fear is Ahmir amounting to nothing
Caged up in the county, or laid up under covers
Ways of making it out, day to day bruh' I wonder
I been running 5 summers, family ties crumbled
Gave this shit my all so I know my time coming like
OK it's 2 AM and I'm ducking from the one time
Nigga I'm just tryna make it back home
A lot of young niggas never ever get to see the sunshine
One wrong move and you gone
Said it's 2 AM, I ain't tryna close my eyes
No telling where my mind might go
Said if you ain't gone grind, then you ain't gone shine
So I'm tryna' get mine before my time all over
Ain't shit really to do but smoke, drink, count up
Fuck a bitch, know what I'm saying
That's the ideal life for a young nigga
Tryna' run this shit up anyway how
Head down, watch the money pile
Only thing that puts a smile on a nigga face
Hundreds, Thousands, Ten Thousand Hours
Don't let that shit go to waste
When I'm talking about time, I'm talking about lack of
Traps, shits that's meant to capture, distract you
Remember the only promise on this land
Is a casket, so who you gone be after?
Act quick, cause the fact is
The hands of time are never stagnant