HiDefinition - Time [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: J. Mic]
Minute after minute, Hour after hour
I stay chasing money cause that money get you power
It's dogs eating dogs but nigga I won't get devoured
I'm killing out these cowards for that money and that power

Minute after minute, Day after Day
I grind my fingers to the bone
For one that's here or passed away
And I might not get this money exactly how my pastor say
Til I make it out the bottom I don't know no faster way

[Verse 1: Hollywood]
Man this verse is solely for those phony homies
Rapping ass jabronies someone close the casket for me
I'm too busy piling bodies up from here clear to Wyoming
It's just shotty rounds and body counts for nigga who oppose me
And we are not the same but you won't die in vain
You'll serve as an example for those bent on getting slain
Just cause I'm balling on these niggas don't mean rap's a fucking game
If you ain't got it you ain't got it nigga know your fucking lane
My environments to blame, for extensive use of slang
Vernacular evolved from them tobacco fields and sugar cane
We just some money addicts but they slaves to the fame
So pussy pop that pussy for a dollar and some change nigga
Minute after minute

[Hook: J. Mic]
Minute after minute, Hour after hour
I stay chasing money cause that money get you power
It's dogs eating dogs but nigga I won't get devoured
I'm killing out these cowards for that money and that power

Minute after minute, Day after Day
I grind my fingers to the bone
For one that's here or passed away
And I might not get this money exactly how my pastor say
Til I make it out the bottom I don't know no faster way

[Verse 2: Skywalker]
This shit was created, solely for the hatred
The ones that never face it that I'm coming for the takings
And the spoils or the riches don't be Lilo and get Stitches
Cause bitches hang with bitches, faggot niggas, little Richards
Walkers down for killing, I'm chilling with the villains
That are down to do whatever we just trying to make a million
And then another million man, lord willing
I'll make it out this shit and feel some unfamiliar feelings
Packed up we strapped up bad hoes come lap up
Usain Bolt with this rap y'all niggas can't lap us
Real nigga til the death of me
Good weed and a couple of freaks that the recipe, ain't it G
Accumulation of loud clouds foggy as ever
Make a simple motherfucker go check on the weather
We make it rain only for stripper hoes
And really that's based on how much liquor that I dispose

[Hook]