Yea Feels like you get caught in these cycles Whether you working, robbing, trapping, rapping You do whatever you gotta' do, just tryna' get your money Then you look up and years passed Shit changing, people gone You don't want to get caught in the motions, time going OK it's 2 AM and I'm ducking from the one time Nigga I'm just tryna make it back home A lot of young niggas never ever get to see the sunshine One wrong move and you gone Said it's 2 AM, I ain't tryna close my eyes No telling where my mind might go Said if you ain't gone grind, then you ain't gone shine So I'm tryna' get mine before my time all over Taking it to heights a lot of niggas won't go In this game called life, death keep score From the city of the soldiers Niggas all soul-less Winters all icy, summers way colder Crime rates rise when the money get lower Surrounded by the eyes of hating niggas who show love They just wanna' drink, take painkillers, and roll up Used to do the same shit, nigga I had to grow up So I can't blame em, I can only show them Took a little patience, paper chasing, and focus Nights up late, risk take for some more bucks Throw it in the safe for when the fast money slow up I done gave everything and I ask nothing from no one Mask off, I been showing my true colors a hundred Two o'clock in the morning, got 2 inside a Russian Really my only fear is Ahmir amounting to nothing Caged up in the county, or laid up under covers Ways of making it out, day to day bruh' I wonder I been running 5 summers, family ties crumbled Gave this shit my all so I know my time coming like OK it's 2 AM and I'm ducking from the one time Nigga I'm just tryna make it back home A lot of young niggas never ever get to see the sunshine One wrong move and you gone Said it's 2 AM, I ain't tryna close my eyes No telling where my mind might go Said if you ain't gone grind, then you ain't gone shine So I'm tryna' get mine before my time all over Ain't shit really to do but smoke, drink, count up Fuck a bitch, know what I'm saying That's the ideal life for a young nigga Tryna' run this shit up anyway how Head down, watch the money pile Only thing that puts a smile on a nigga face Hundreds, Thousands, Ten Thousand Hours Don't let that shit go to waste When I'm talking about time, I'm talking about lack of Traps, shits that's meant to capture, distract you Remember the only promise on this land Is a casket, so who you gone be after? Act quick, cause the fact is The hands of time are never stagnant