This is a song about "Time running out"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

Took your time tryna figure it all out.

I don't know what you heard about

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

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

Gets him his coffee? thats nothing to proud about thats nothing to be loud about

Bunnign up pure haze,hopping the barriers and running up to the trains,to the raves out

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Took your time tryna figure it all out.

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Smoke some, chill out everything comes with time

We're running out of space,

See money talk and these days

Summer time is coming now, so normally we'd wild out

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route