[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
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 its all alright, no
I mean, I know all them, their armors in that science aint it
Prolly the reason my peoples 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 thatll 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 spend in high-school clockin
Shouldve 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 Id 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 mommas crib, cant 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 cant change leavin
And I guess the thing about judgin the past is that it just aint even
[Hook: Vic Mensa & Beldina]
I know that money makes the world go round
Money makes the world go round
But dont forget it when you get it
My pops told me, told me, Make money
But the money you make dont make you
Make money, but the money you make dont make you
Make money, but the money you make dont make you
Make money, but the money you make dont make you
[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
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 whats even easier is callin your mom just to say thank you
Couldve been the one that never dropped
Couldve been the one that got shot
Couldve 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
Its like a solar eclipse in my city in the middle of a gunfight
Straight shots hit kids in the dark
Thats 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 Imma have made mine
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rockie Fresh]
Yeah, Sir Rockie Im smoked out, but Im grindin
Im never weed windin, but reclinin while remindin
You Imma 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, Im the one they elect
I got that fire flow, Im 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, were 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
Its 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
[Hook]
