paroles de chanson Money & Time - Massiah

I got a inner vision of some gaudy rings on my knotty knuckles
If you want the top, and to hold the spot, then you probably struggle
Gettin' older brotha, like my older brother - I was always trouble
As a youngin', I was always stuntin' like I had a body double
I was hardly subtle
Ran with wild niggas for a while
Kid dealt with wild shit, that's just potty trouble
Dancin' with the Devil get you losin' friends, exit real quick
Like a shotty double barrel
GOT HIM!
He can't believe his own nigga shot him
Hopefully his heart keep knockin'
Survival is a solitary option
Recognize game, but the jealousy is often
Even from your own yard
Disloyalty is my achilles, for really - you feel me? It's silly
I know you not lethal - don't kill me
The snakes in the grass
The rats underground
The lion asleep
Got his paws on a crown
So yo nobody peep, and don't make a sound
Though all of his enemies creep in the jungle, they know who the King of the Town
The hands of Massiah still liftin' you up
For Profit they lower you down
So I prophecy blowin' it up
A rebel when no ones around
I'm holdin' it down

I need some money and time
I need some money or time
I trade my time for the money
So I need my money on time
I need my money on time
We all on the clock
You die when you run outta time
Don't get caught runnin' with mine
Second and dimes
The dollars and hours align
Tell the Lord - give me a sign

Money and time
Money or time
Trade my time for the money
Need my money on time
I need my money on time
We all on the clock
Don't run outta time
Get caught runnin' with mine
Second and dim
The dollars align
Tell the Lord - give me a sign

Only one in my church with the gold dawg?
The preacher who know God
He pull up in a white Benz
My Momma said "Oh Lord!"
Virgin Mary in all white
Haven't seen her since '04
Now she married to some nigga treatin' her so poor
This is folklore
This is ancient scripture
Revelations, politics and dope wars
I am still confused why the fuck you care who I vote for
When they both whores (with the malice.)
The malice, the malice. Yuh
In the Middle East like my nigga young Khaled
Got a black house, they don't really like the pallet
Paint the whole crib white, now they really in a palace. Yuh Yuh
I need some money and time
Would you trade your money for time?
All of these rappers recycle the funniest rhymes
But y'all don't put nothin' on the line
I'm riskin' my life for the gifts I was given
By any means, that don't mean death or no prison
Just raising my daughters to beautiful women
Then give me a son and I'm finished
Passin' the torch once I get to the finish
Brother man I am not trippin'
Miss me with all that fake weather you spittin'
They curse me whenever I'm dippin'
They thirsty whenever I'm drippin'
Talkin' teacher and mutiny
Behind my back, but enemies ain't new to me
A vigilante hero, what I grew to be
Ain't no fuckry or gettin' through to me
Cause ain't no chink in my armor
This the port where the G's got a chink wit the Llama
Or a Sikh wit the bird, no Masala
But my niggas retired, we calmer
Yuh
Like yoga, Spirulina, sauna
My flow is spiritually in honor
Of kings of the old, pavin' gold
That's a road full of martyrs
Yuh
To a heavenly nirvana
That's me with my fam and the freshest of fruits
On a island sittin', gettin' commas (MILLIONS!)
Yuh
That's a road full of martyrs
To a heavenly nirvana
Island sittin', gettin' commas
Yuh Yuh

I need some money and time
I need some money or time
I trade my time for the money
So I need my money on time
I need my money on time
We all on the clock
You die when you run outta time
Don't get caught runnin' with mine
Second and dimes
The dollars and hours align
Tell the Lord - give me a sign

Money and time
Money or time
Trade my time for the money
Need my money on time
I need my money on time
We all on the clock
Don't run outta time
Get caught runnin' with mine
Second and dim
The dollars align
Tell the Lord - give me a sign

I need some money or time

My Daddy is the King of the Jungle