Weeks R Months - Tha God Fahim

You ever felt like a week felt like a month?

A minute felt like an hour?

A second felt like a minute?

Y’know what I’m saying?

A year felt like ten?

Well I have, check it

Weeks are months

Time going so slow

in the four

Four blasts from the front door

Gimme some sun so I can grow

I’ll make it and mama I’m finna blow

I’m taking it, mama, letting you know

Treat every song like its my first show

And every show like its my first take

And every take like my first date

Making something outta nothing, great

The sole controller of my own fate, wait

They don’t want me making no cake

Bait the fish outta the water and add to the plate

Deciphering fruits of math, making pace

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

Time going so slow it needs to speed

I’m stacking riches for my unborn seeds

Breaking the generational curse of poverty

In this land of devils, in this home of greed

Time going so slow it needs to speed

I’m stacking riches for my unborn seeds

Breaking the generational curse of poverty

Buying up the block and owning the property

They tell me hit 'em with that uhh, hot shit

Pass me the Glock shit

Rock you out like a locksmith

Fill you with hot shit

Miss me with all that nonsense

I don’t fuck with you niggas

Pick up the chopsticks