Weeks R Months

[Intro] Yeah You ever felt like a week felt like a month? A minute felt like a hour? A second felt like a minute? Y'know what I'm saying? A year felt like ten? Well, I have Check it Uh [Verse 1] Weeks are months Time goin' so slow Mask and the four-four Blast from the front door—huh Gimme some sun so I can grow I'm makin' it, Mama, I'm finna blow I'm taking it, Mama, lettin' you know Treat every song like it's my first show And every show like it's my first tape And every tape, like my first date Makin' somethin' outta nothin': great The sole controller of my own fate—wait They don't want me makin' no cake Bait the fish outta the water and add to the plate Decipherin' fruits of math, makin' papes You a hypocrite, check the hypothesis You hysterical, you niggas is novices What the problem is? Not the colleges Peep the sciences It's no alliances [Chorus] Time goin' so slow, it need to speed I'm stackin' riches for my unborn seeds Breaking the generational curse of poverty In this land of devils, in this home of greed Time goin' so slow, it need to speed I'm stacking riches for my unborn seeds Breaking the generational curse of poverty [Verse 2] Buyin' up the block and ownin' the property They tell me hit 'em with that, uhh... hot shit Pass-me-the-Glock shit Lock you out like a locksmith Fill you with hot shit Miss me with all that nonsense I don't fuck with none of them niggas Pick up the chopsticks