This is a song about "Running out of time"

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

But it's time you faced reality, it's time you snap out of that daze.

Once upon a time vocab limitless until i ran out of syllabus

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

And i could see you coming home after work late

Time is running while you're walking in gait

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

Its me, running #blood in an out of your #stream

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Running out of ideas i need to retool

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school