Time Is Money Lyrics - 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 

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 

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 

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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 

Photos 

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