Master of ceremonies Most of the niggas don't even know what that means That means I'm an MC nigga For crying sake, live asleep, die awake And I ain't tryna get fat I'll divide the cake Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, hide the eighths And I'm tryna stay positive But I wile out And who am I to lie to fate? But I ain't tryna ride the gates Getting wise, while I'm institutionalised Seen my man on the dancefloor boofin' them knives Selling dope in the pen to send loot to their wives You don't know the meaning of grinding Street life, meet life with bad timing We all was involved in criming I went from dead broke To going out wining and dining European cars, jewellery shining Clothes from the latest designers Ready to bleed and take heat Back then we was minors Now I see life through a clear lens Die for my dear friends You can see the Benz from the rear end Come through doing a buck suttin' Fuck front and back niggas down When I pull up and touch suttin' End of a ten year run now I don't wanna talk everybody get gunned down Only count hundreds, I don't fuck with the ones now That's a lie, count every dime And shoot it out when the sun down Nigga... Yeah Time is Money Ghost is coming I'm like the quiet before the storm nigga I ain't gon' say much Poobs we out