Time is Ticking

Everyday time keeps ticking. If I wanna make it in this game then I gotta be stricken. If I fail and get second place then that's a loss. I can't achieve that I wanna be on top. I must prove that i can win every race. So imma keep grinding everyday. Yesterday's problems are in the past so I focus on what's meant to change. For the people who hate me it'll sting like pepper spray when I'm out making the money and extra pay. I gotta keep grinding till I'm earning profit. But concerning I'm honest that shouldn't be a problem. As long as no one stands before me. I'll keep making bands till I'm in my forties. And let the fake fans keep score of me. People like to think I'm usually evil. But now I'm taking on a new equal. You could say I have tunnel vision the way I see through these people that are fake and they'll learn that my lyrics when I spit are truly lethal. I'm newly gleefully because I've obtained skill so great its soon to be illegal. I'm about to be the goat soon like how Muhammad back in his day fall. My career, my top position is something that's gonna stay tall and not fake or scripted like Tyson losing to Jake Paul. Jake is a bitch. That fight totally wasn't fake at all. But haters will learn the way I brawl, I'm not gonna just shake and fall. Instead I'll be making calls and soon after a while I'll be taking my spot. My spot at the very top. Time will always keep moving so I gotta be prepared to watch and with my own hands get the bands and not fail to see the scale and stop counting my minutes and be wary of my thoughts.