Running out of time, let me break it down quick 24 hours in a day, dumbfounded 8 hours sleeping, so the dream for sixteen Got 8 hours in school, tryna feed what the brain needs, see I ate it up, eight more, now to wait more Studio cla**es, bonus hours to pa** it 2 hours added just to mess with the mix And now it's 6 hours left but just in time for the kicks You see, I write, record it, perform it, then I mix it and master it I market it, targeted pa**ed the art of it that started it Taking my school to use it, fuse it, I'm makin the music So my 6 hour breather is the only time to do it- damn 16s, for 365 That was 4 hours a day with two just to get by I'm 21, by 27 you not next In under 6 I'll be blowing up, it's a bomb threat No contest, we on the internet All around the world we connect- earning respect We working to protect, the art through the intellect Salute to competitors and I ain't even met 'em yet We all out straight working and grinding But this is what you see if you shining, my time has arrived and I'm ready we takin the shot steady, if Freddy readied my dreams Then let me ready the team They say my name, I say yeah son, I gotcha They say I'm chill but I'm chilli sauce like Siracha Son I am a monsta, beast on the green goblin Call me the Batman take my lines and you Robin(') Let me clock in enough with all the talking They walk out of context, talking with no concept I told you it's a bomb threat, I'm here and I ain't on yet I did this for the people, in the end it's no contest