[Intro]
Alright, let's do it

[Verse 1]
First words spoken on the album make em count
Make em feel it, make em buy and stack your bank account
Make em cry, make em fight, make em bang it out
Ain't no time for none of that, I'll show you what my life's about
It's left-right, left-right, fuck you, pay me
They threw me in the psych ward, I must be crazy
Fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me
Don't make me say it again, fuck you, pay me
Trapped in a wasteland, can't break away, man
Anything I've ever done it only caused hate, damn
There's no way to undo, but ain't no talking to you
Forget I'm fading away (just give me one more day)

[Hook]
All I ever really want in life, is that one mo' try just to make things right
Come on, anything I've ever done in life, I fight for the prize and I opened up my eyes
Come on, non-stop, yas talking non-stop, talking non-stops
Man it's, it's only a matter of time, it's only a matter of time, it's only a matter of time, it's only a matter of time
Cause time is running out

[Verse 2]
I cannot wait for time cause that will break me down
Time is of the essence and it's time right now
Do you understand the reasons, do you understand the cause?
Nah, I doubt you could afford it so I guess the point is lost (forever)
There's problems all around, it's whether you want to admit it or not
And all you think about is 'look what I got' (damn)
And now we got these killers praising Allah
Children don't feel safe when they walking the block
Ain't no playing outside til the street lights come on
Ain't no making right when you know that you've done wrong
You can't make a change with an app on your cellphone
Here's a quarter, call someone, who cares? I'm fucking going
So it's back to 'fuck you pay me', that doctor called me crazy
Slightly out my rock, I got you now ya rocking 'hate me'
Can you blame me? All the shit I've been through dawg, it changed me, so pay me, fuck you, pay me
One day I'll be the better man, one day you will understand
One day I'll be doing shows, and have a million fans
And I'll make a hundred grand man, need a rubber band man
Diving after grandstands, kicking it like Van Damme
Yeah, huh, ain't that what we want to do?
For the right price, homie, she will probably swallow you
I sold his soul for, half a diamond dozen
For you I'd let it go for, absolutely nothing