Time Keep Moving On

Lyrics

[Intro] Ay' Koka' homie It don't matter how much work you put into this shit homie Ya' know There's gonna be some motherfuckers who don't Don't respect that shit, G You know what I mean Niggas think this shit came easy homie, ya know Real nigga testimony Yea-yea' hear that [Chorus] You can go hard You can go home You can give up, give up When things go wrong But I put in work I paid my dues Sometimes you win Sometimes you lose But what don't kill a real nigga Will make them strong As times keep moving on [Verse 1: Kokane] If I can put a frame around pain I'll paint a ugly picture But out of this ugly picture Come victory, nigga Now what's Popeye the sailor man Without Brutus What's Jesus Christ Without that nigga named Judas Where would a nigga be without this pain The type of pain that'll make you blow your brain like Cobain If it had not been for the man up stairs I would be dead or in jail, looped out somewhere Cause I come from a long list of gangstas and macks And most blacks in the hood got a uncle who smoke crack I look back at time shake my head ain't that something Realizing without God, homie, we nothing It took a long time for my eyes to be open But better late than never nothing changed but the weather I learned a valuable lesson As quickly as you get blessed You can lose your blessing [Chorus] [Verse 2: Kokane] Now I remember when I used to be the life of the party Pay the tab at the bar Drinks for everybody Niggas that I thought used to be my brothers But when I lost it all Started showing their true colors It went from celebrating a nigga To putting salt on my name All these M.C's I bless in this shady rap game Felt humiliated, busted and disgusted The whole world's laughing at me Niggas I trusted But the same thing satan designed to kill me Is the same thing God use for a nigga victory Rose out of the ashes Putting paint where it ain't Got the family on deck 10 fold in the bank Couldn't thank you scandalous niggas enough Seems odd Because of your wicked ways Brought me closer to god Cause these rap niggas in the game some weirdos Plucking their eyebrows, painting a nigga toes I use to like Boy George records But real niggas don't wear no dresses The game is so vicious Niggas take it up the ass to get illuminati rich Some niggas pay dues and some niggas don't The lord is my shepherd and I shall not want He restore my soul For his name sake And yike Do I walk through the valley of the fake [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mitchy Slick] Big wopp from Inglewood try to tell me first He said Slick hope your ready rappers get it worst When I was just damu'ing it was all church But ever since recognition I'd a felt cursed When I was a crash test dummy They all love me But once the cash got chunky Someone's life fucked me Cali gangbanging rules need to be adjusted The guidelines ain't in favour of the homies bumping They don't understand the industry You can be struggling Just because a nigga got a deal Don't mean he check busting You got a 360 deal, you hungry still Suppose to be on tour Nigga I'm {o.t?} with pills I get the chills when I think of how it could of ended On the 4 yard with all my luxuries suspended Cause of some shit a nigga that suppose to be my friend did Free all the homies who didn't get the memo i did Trill [Chorus] [Outro] As time keeps moving on A real nigga gotta stay strong Wooh, wooh, woo, woo, woo