Time Is Money (Riot Prelude)
Time is money
Money buys time
A lotta niggas learn too late
They kick themselves behind the lines
Writin bars behind bars
Just for sellin a dime
If I had a nickel for every nigga
Locked up for tryna get by
In a system that they forced us
To fuckin build overnight
While they passin laws they wrote for us under a gaslight
Right
Tradition tradition
They move without supervision
They slither 'round with suspicion
They wanna take some our winnings
I ain't the first to admit it
Nigga
Fuck a ritz cracker this butterfly ain't for pimpin
To John Mattingly, Myles Cosgrove and Brett Hankinson
If we see you it's on sight
And we ain't bringin no guns
That would be too easy
Nah, that would be too quick
We curb stomp you and show ya family
Why they daddy's a bitch
Best buckle up you pricks
We knuckle up with intent
We slaughter you and cook you up and call that reparations
Kinda smell like bacon
Imma make sure the revolution is publicly televised
Streamed live in 4K so they feel when a nigga die
They gotta learn it's hard to see change
When you got two black eyes
Get ridiculed and criticized when they start to cry
All cops are bastards
So Uncle Sam done raised em up right
So let's burn it all to the ground
And build back up to new heights
Bey said that it's demon time
And I feel like I'm on fire
I'm ready to roast some pigs
So at midnight we
Money buys time
A lotta niggas learn too late
They kick themselves behind the lines
Writin bars behind bars
Just for sellin a dime
If I had a nickel for every nigga
Locked up for tryna get by
In a system that they forced us
To fuckin build overnight
While they passin laws they wrote for us under a gaslight
Right
Tradition tradition
They move without supervision
They slither 'round with suspicion
They wanna take some our winnings
I ain't the first to admit it
Nigga
Fuck a ritz cracker this butterfly ain't for pimpin
To John Mattingly, Myles Cosgrove and Brett Hankinson
If we see you it's on sight
And we ain't bringin no guns
That would be too easy
Nah, that would be too quick
We curb stomp you and show ya family
Why they daddy's a bitch
Best buckle up you pricks
We knuckle up with intent
We slaughter you and cook you up and call that reparations
Kinda smell like bacon
Imma make sure the revolution is publicly televised
Streamed live in 4K so they feel when a nigga die
They gotta learn it's hard to see change
When you got two black eyes
Get ridiculed and criticized when they start to cry
All cops are bastards
So Uncle Sam done raised em up right
So let's burn it all to the ground
And build back up to new heights
Bey said that it's demon time
And I feel like I'm on fire
I'm ready to roast some pigs
So at midnight we
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Writer(s): Khalid Merene
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