Artist: Starlito f/ Don Trip, Young Dolph Album: Black Sheep Don't Grin Song: Meanwhile Typed by: AZ Lyrics Only time will tell Offer these niggas too much time they gone tell Only grind by myself Couple lines of the lean and liter (any my heater) Ain't trying to take a L Took a loss Then I learned What I bought bitch I earned Fake rap niggas steady lying to themselves (nah Couple nights ago my fifth time making bail Took my FN Got my nine in my belt No GPS help me find myself Look inside my heart All the kindness then left Eyes all dry And crying don't help Winners won't quit That's why I don't fail Yea And I know all about being fucked up Won't nobody give you nothing Call it tough love No joke It'll break a nigga spirits when you broke That the shit that taught me how to hustle [Chorus 2X] Meanwhile The bills still coming I ain't got enough money I can feel it in my stomach Ain't chilling till a nigga get a million every month You ain't with it Man there ain't nothing I can feel it when it's coming [Don Trip] My balls and my word That's all I have I don't trust shit You can fault my past The money bring temporary friends and hoes I've been through them all and it taught my ass Dirty as the tires and the rental I'm in All that work and I never clocked in Can't do nothing but shake my head when I think about all of the money I spent 2% tint on that black 550 If a nigga come get me He gone have to die with me AR15 short enough to ride with me I'm too rich to catch the bus But too broke to buy a Bentley Second thought I could've bought two Still getting three or four for a walk through I lost money, lost friends, lost love and love ones No wonder I got lost screws [Chorus] [Young Dolph] Blowing smoke in the air I got P's everywhere Woreseome ass bitch won't stay out of my ear Woke feeling like the player of the year I put the syrup down Po'd a glass of Belvedere You ever been fucked up (Nigga hell yeah) That's why I go so hard on these fuck niggas Meanwhile I'm looking for a stash house in Bel Air I'm fucked up in the mental I don't trust niggas My childhood was a wild hood Niggas getting murked in our hood This life that we living nigga this shit ain't all good Four grams of that super cookie in my backwoods Jewelry box full of gold but I use to play them up Pull up in the hood and all the bitches want hugs If she roll the weed good I'll buy the bitch a pair of Uggs Still jump out on the block with my niggas smoking blunts [Chorus]