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 classes, bonus hours to pass 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 passed 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