time is money...

time is money... pitching the perfect phrase time is money... eyes haze sleepless days don't play with me dummy... even if I conquered a million I still wouldn't be comfy... until I break that bank time is money... got a army to feed every sec is precious to me... if we can't chop it up and make money... together get the fuck away from me... I can lend you a hand no double back sees... trying to generate money to feed families... time is money... there was this kid gifted with words... little bit of a nerd... a man bout is words... mind stimulated high off that herb... caught epiphany bout fast money flipping birds... didn't know much but a fast learner... he knew the streets was treacherous tuck his buner... that niner will give more than shinier... hit up his boy he knew was a little shady... but the only person he knew somewhat trustworthy... as he pondered god protect me... don't got time for fake loyalty... trying to make a safe haven... for his baby on the way... praying for a healthy delivery... his celli notification beams... mind made up ready to do his thing... still committed to his shift at Burger King... simple directions what could go wrong... feeling uneasy gun in the car due to store policies... key in tp replace what you see don't forget to put back... bet that he sent back... spent bout a stack 4 8 balls... jiggle his balls... all the way through the time he got off... anxious to get his tester off... so he would know if he got that raw... or did home boy rip him off... his palms and trigger finger itchy... with his go big or go home mentality... 3 months to get shit in order time is money... money coming in fast... for he did not change his swag... type of nigga never brag in the streets his gun never lag... a physical nigga never played flag... no bodies itching for a toe tag... he think about his baby every time you get mad... wanting to quit his job but wouldn't be good on his behalf... for his other half will be mad... for she don't know what he do on the low... for the shit he bags up pure as snow... each bag he add a little more... for them to come back for more... generating haters to watch him more... plotting their demise with blood in their eyes... the streets procellous so Jesse moves dangerously with his propellers... with instant of a killer dreams to be a rapper... feeling like he's the top dope seller... feeling like pac with that Glock... doe flowing in that's that clock work... all money ain't good money... shit can flip flop... how do you know who's phony or not... if they friends or foe... laughing with you your pockets they scope... it'll be the closest folks... knocking at your door... peep how the story go... kick his door in before he let them in... spooks trying creeping in to score... good thing the door was chained locked... the second thump it broke off... gave him just enough time to bust off... to make them niggas run off... not realizing one of them niggas got off... hoping that nigga got him was the one that bled off... neck graze mind in a stalemate... damn that could've been checkmate... 3 weeks til due date... he need 40k... he's a little pass half way... trying to buy a crib to get a way... to show his seed a better way... can't chill and ponder away... dark or sunny no idleness for time is money...