At the end of it you gonna come up short you gotta face it time is wasted (Ay!)
At the end of it you gonna come up short you gotta face it time is wasted
Short changing my sport banging we ball
Never stall at the court hanging crawl
Before you walk universal law
No network no net worth personal flaw
Get your bread up keep ya head up never let up
The first song I wrote I'm just fed up
Just the kid mastering the craft came through so cool felt the draft
Made wack rappers clear the path so raw warm it up the Kane feel my wrath
I modeled after Shaft
It was all good just a week ago
But then time came put you in a sleeper hold
The same story that the grim reaper told
Be strong but in your eyes you were too weak to hold
And all left to say is good riddance I hope you conducted good business
At the end of it you gonna come up short you gotta face it time is wasted (Ay!)
At the end of it you gonna come up short you gotta face it time is wasted
You think you a baller
You think you think you shot caller
Flossin' on the block
Slingin' those things on the blo-o-ock
Thinking you're the man, thinking that you can make a change
Tell me how many zeros, tell me how many heros been slayed
On the block stuck up lost their life on the blo-o-ock
Listen up man I think you're sinking in quick sand
So tell me what's your plan the block don't have a pension pla-a-an (so what you sayin' B?)
Listen up man the block don't have a pension pla-a-an
At the end of it you gonna come up short you gotta face it time is wasted (Ay!)
At the end of it you gonna come up short you gotta face it time is wasted