Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
MED
Performer
Guilty Simpson
Performer
Harrison Robinson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harrison Robinson
Songwriter
Nick Rodriguez
Songwriter
Zbyron Dwayne Simpson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harrison Robinson
Producer
Dan Weston
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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The grind don't stop, around the clock hustle
Reality is known to burst your bubble
Sobering effect
Tryna keep your paper in check
It's a task 'cause the streets don't love ya
Full court press
Trying to navigate the mess you inherited
Dealing with these two-faced characters
Staring in the eyes of a liar
Tryna find the truth for the mindless
Clarity removes all the blinders
Eyes on the prize
Celebrate my guys in the sky
Many of them died on the front line
One time we put it in the sky
And I ain't gonna lie
It's like I saw his face when we chugged wine
Spiritual medium
That's the reason probably why I'm seeing 'em
Chilling with the squad, feeling close to God
When they using me just to be with 'em
With a word they could keep it moving
And show improvement
Until they're greeting 'em
The trap don't stop, around the clock service
Still my purpose, put food in a pot, keep fam nurtured
In a habitat
Back stabbers see jackers lurkin', it's a circus act
Trained lyin' rappers is all cap
The black sky riders glide the night, out of sight
But the love'll still find ya when the lights inside ya
Push the 5
Thats carbon out the margins, every rhyme
Artillery by any means if any out of line
Like a shopping spree
Issues if dolla sign is short a dime
Monopoly
Trampolining squares when I blow the dice
Four and threes
Pick up the honey and the clientele
Y'all **** catching 3 o'clocks
Capital L's
The Audi match my sons homie, you know it's a dub
From you ballin 3 summers to shackled in cells
Ten winters have 'em sent up, raise they children through mail
Reason I go demon on beats 'cause they wishing me hell
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Written by: Harrison Robinson, Nick Rodriguez, Zbyron Dwayne Simpson


