im outta time gunna loose my mind on the grind chasing after those dimes gunna loose my mind in my verbal prime like frankenstien and dracula combined so sit back and ride the pine more juicy then steak and stien yeah im out of time but always rapping on time aint gunna sniff no lines im writng them ending every senctece with a dot and smoking abit of pot yeah king of the street keeping it hotter then a stove top so im gunna gibe the haters head a chop on my way to the butcher shop aiming for the top while my shawty stays low just an average joe with a shitty car to drive staying pretty fly just to get by and got no one signed but from her i got nowheres to go but up getting lit the fuck up eating mcs and haters for breakfast used to be about getting some slob on my knob that corn on the cob but know my brain turns like cogs in a clock more dealdy then a glock just trying to stay on the clock on time when i ryhme yeah im out of time.