[Hook]

Time keeps passing by

Ain't getting no younger, ain't asking why

Wise man once told me to stay on your grind

Or fuck around and get left behind

[Verse 1: Starlito]

Solo on every set, bet I don't ever fret

Of Whom shall I fear, guess ain't met them yet

Still on the same shit, success, nothing less

Sipping purp, blowing orange, and the horn on my SS

Same hood, same homies, just more bills

And threw 96 inches on my four wheels

When I was younger I always wanted a gold grill

Them old heads, they kept it so real

Early 90's going hard on that block like O'Neal

The Hardaway before it dry

But the soft will make your nose peel

That was the era when snitching would get your ho killed

Laws get broken, hearts broke cause we broke still

Went to sleep to the sound of strays as my serenade

My nerves fucked up to this day, but that was where I played

Same spot niggas post up all day, every day

Selling everything just trying to get a pair of J's

[Pre-Hook]

And that's why niggas have a chip on their shoulders sometimes

That's why I be short sometimes

That's why I don't wanna talk sometimes

That's why I play it super cool sometimes

And that's why

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Cory Mo]

It was all good about a month ago

Everything was on the up and up, but now it's slow

Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down

If I ain't feeling your vibe I'mma just move around

Wise man once told me stay on your grind

Or fuck around and get left behind, he wasn't lying

Cause half of my partners is dead or even locked up

Even the ones that blew up is even washed up

Life sucks, but the world keeps spinning, don't it?

If you ain't putting in the work then you don't really want it

So you can keep your fake handshakes, I don't condone it

But if you talking about some money, call me in the morning

For real, just business, never personal, homie

All I got in this world is my word and my cojones

Ride with me or watch me do it by my lonely

Gotta learn to separate the fake from the phony

The fake from the phony

[Pre-Hook + Hook]

[Verse 3: Scotty ATL]

Nigga could have had a breakdown 2 weeks ago

Was on that Drizzy "Trust Issues" with my own dudes

I'm in some situations, I don't always feel cool

My nigga telling me "go get it", it be hard though

Trying to rap, go hard, still got a job though

Although it close, shit feel like it far though

Every rapper wanna slam a new car door

Or pay the bills at least

You Hollywood, you can't do it free

And I ain't asking a motherfucker for shit

I saw what time it was

You get respect when you grinding, cuz

Cool club where you find me, cuz, I spazzed out

I be doing shit for niggas, niggas don't be looking out

Same dogs rolling with me, been with me

My nigga G say I'm jaded, I ain't jaded I'm just fed up

Staying focused always trying to keep my bread up

Took some hard blows they like Scotty keep your head up

[Pre-Hook + Hook]