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Street Anthem, Aggressive, Urgent. The eternal dilemma of the hustler. Highlife guitars meet military drums.
An anthem for anyone chasing the shine. We blend high-energy brass and street rhymes to tell the ultimate truth: You can't have it all. Respect the hustle.
If you get the Money, you ain't got the Time!
If you get the Time, you ain't got the Dime!
I tell you one thing, I tell you one time!
Respect the hustle, respect the grind!
Time is Money! (Oya!) Money is Time! (Oya!)
Brother make a choice, you gotta decide!
Time is Money! (Oya!) Money is Time! (Oya!)
I'm chasing the light, I'm chasing the shine!
Two roads in this life, you gotta choose one road
Got the heavy pocket but the time is low
Man with the money, he ain't got the hours
Man with the time, he ain't got the power!
We don't do waiting, we don't do slipping
Give me one minute, why you out here tripping?
Too much time on your hands, that's a bad sign
I'm focused on the deal, gotta make it mine!
Focus on the dealing! (Hey!)
Coming through the ceiling! (Hey!)
The crib is on the hill, now that's good living
Harder to reach when you make your first million!
Tick tock, look at the Rolex tone
Switch off the ringer, switch off the phone!
If you get the Money, you ain't got the Time!
If you get the Time, you ain't got the Dime!
I tell you one thing, I tell you one time!
Respect the hustle, respect the grind!
Time is Money! (Oya!) Money is Time! (Oya!)
Brother make a choice, you gotta decide!
Time is Money! (Oya!) Money is Time! (Oya!)
I'm chasing the light, I'm chasing the shine!
Everybody calling, ringing on my cellular
Life is extraordinary, nothing here is regular!
Went live in one year, now we counting plenty
But the stress is heavy even when the tank is empty!
Girlfriend pulling, family is pulling
In every direction, everybody is looking
"I need a little money, I need a little favor"
But if I stop running, I lose all the flavor!
My kinfolk on the block, yeah they still dealing
All my goons out there, yeah they still killing
My homie locked up, San Quentin chilling
Trust that brother, he got the feeling.
Just a matter of time before I get back with him
If I ain't got a 9 to 5, I get it how I live!
Even if I gotta live a life of crime
I'm out here trying to buy back my time!
I am on the block still hustling crack
If Babylon shoot, we busting back!
War on the streets, don't trust the police
In other words: we don't want no peace!
Came from the bottom, bottom of the block
Where the good die young and the crime won't stop
Someway, somehow, make it to the top
Time is money, so back to the Glock!
Back to the Glock! Back to the Glock! WE DON'T STOP!
Time is money. Don't waste mine.
Only two things a man can have.
Make your choice.