Paper Chase - Struggle da Preacher

We got no time, we got no time

We got no time

I said we ain’t got no time, baby

I’ve spent many years on my paper chase

Endlessly waiting for them better days to come

Now i see them coming, you see me smiling

Definition of a grinder — the way it supposed to be done

My bitches, my dudes, my cats

It’s time for business where friendship ends

And nobody, uh, and nobody say

«Man do me a favor», (Fuck you) «First you pay»

Pay me now, pay me later

I’m awaiting your payment all around the year

Hit me anytime, i’m on my grind

Grind never ends, hustle never dies

The one dies poor who never try

I got my mind back on the money track

I love the crispy sound in my pocket and my hands

Hey yo, it’s the time when nobody got my back

And nobody’s by my side, i ain’t got a single friend

I gotta be careful, walking my turf

Doing my dirt i ain’t gotta be scared of hurts

I heard you man, i see them cops

I see them thugs, you know it’s time to run

I runaway like a motherfucka until i’m safe

And nobody gonna take me alive, i am the man

No time, no time for talk

I gotta do my thing before i am smoked

It’s 4 a.m., cops may pop up

And when they break the door down my son would tell them pops out

I ain’t care what it’s gonna take me

To take my family out there from the shit we live

I do whatever i can, getting that cake

Still i’m by myself, nobody gots my back

We gonna take what is ours, you step aside

You motherfuckers wouldn’t want to know what it feels to die

Enemies multiply as we crusing by

We do whatever it takes to get the money