Weeks R Months

You ever felt like a week felt like a month?
A minute felt like an hour?
A second felt like a minute?
Y’know what I’m saying?
A year felt like ten?
Well I have, check it
Weeks are months
Time going so slow
in the four
Four blasts from the front door
Gimme some sun so I can grow
I’ll make it and mama I’m finna blow
I’m taking it, mama, letting you know
Treat every song like its my first show
And every show like its my first take
And every take like my first date
Making something outta nothing, great
The sole controller of my own fate, wait
They don’t want me making no cake
Bait the fish outta the water and add to the plate
Deciphering fruits of math, making pace
You a hypocrite, check the hypothesis
You hysterical, you niggas is novices
What the problem is?
Not the colleges
Peep the sciences
It’s no alliances
Time going so slow it needs to speed
I’m stacking riches for my unborn seeds
Breaking the generational curse of poverty
In this land of devils, in this home of greed
Time going so slow it needs to speed
I’m stacking riches for my unborn seeds
Breaking the generational curse of poverty
Buying up the block and owning the property
They tell me hit 'em with that uhh, hot shit
Pass me the Glock shit
Rock you out like a locksmith
Fill you with hot shit
Miss me with all that nonsense
I don’t fuck with you niggas
Pick up the chopsticks