Time Keep Moving On - Mitchy Slick, Kokane

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

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 killer real nigga

As times keep moving on

If I can identify 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 is 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

Look back at time shake my head ain’t that something

Realizing that 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 loose your blessing

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

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 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

As time keeps moving on

A real nigga gotta stay strong

Wooh, wooh, woo, woo, woo