[Verse 1:]

Rappers these days, no drive, lackadaisical

Top ten greatest, no surprise, not debatable

When they see me, no question, it’s unmistakable

Average skills, but my talent is generational

I come correct, I’m always chasing a check

If I’m dealt a bad hand we gotta shuffle the deck

Over my head, not used to making some bets

Went a little too far, I guess he’s making his bed

Time to sleep in it

Time to breath it in

That mental baggagе so heavy, you’re bettеr leaving it

Are they reading this?

Are they seeing this?

If I ever reach the fame I’m fucking keeping it

Not really sure if this is all that I want

I found my passion for the music we be having some fun

Son of the mask, I’m a son of a gun

But I won’t take up the mantle till they say I’m the one

[Verse 2:]

Can’t get shit done when I’m feeling apathetic

And the days I’m unproductive, got me feeling mad pathetic

Haven’t slept in days, might need me an anesthetic

When I’m rapping on this beat, know my cadence energetic

Blame it on phonetics

Blame it on genetics

You could recommend a book but I’ve prolly fucking read it

Aiming at the medics

Make a couple edits

Like to keep my money fat, cheddar cheese, with the lettuce

As of late, all my pockets lined with lint

Warned me dip my toes in, so I’m diving in

Unfettered baby, let me ride the wind

So I stopped taking the L’s and I decide to win

Study bars, got me fascinated

With that old head flow, call it wack, shit dilapidated

This market oversaturated

Imma keep rapping and spitting until people become infatuated

[Chorus:]

It's gonna take some time

Take some time

It's gonna take some time

Take some time

It's gonna take some time

Take some time

It's gonna take some time

Take some time