Intro
Time is gonna be too late
Time is gone for you and me
Time is gonna be too late
And so the mentally your gonna have to have
If you're going to win, if you gonna conquer your day
Conquer your week, if your gonna dominate the month
If your gonna crush the quarter, If your gonna win the year
I need you to remember that talent
Does not win championships
Work ethic does, here's the mentality your gonna need
That's nobody is gonna outwork you
I'm sorry i love you but your not gonna outwork me
Yeah they say Life is what you make it
Got too many dreams on my plate i can't fake it
Lately I've been dealing with lot
Like the fact that i might not make it
In this so called rap game, i can't it
Maybe I should pass on the mic to the next in line
And find something better to do with my time
Instead of trying to write these rhymes
Listen, ever since i was young, i was always on the grind
Trying to find a way to shine born again, christian
I could never lie so believe me
When I tell you on the only one
One of one, chosen one hah
No matter how long it takes, i will never fall
Through the struggle and the grind i will never sell my soul
Through it all everything i ever do
I do it for my people, cause i see them as my equal
Had to let go of my ego
That's the only way that i can know what's evil
Some of y'all do it for the money and fame
But I do it for the love of the game, if you get it, then you get it
If you don't then you don't that's the point of it all
Got my time in my hands and i ain't never letting go
Cause i am in control
Time is gone for you and me
Time is gonna be too late
And so the mentally your gonna have to have
If you're going to win, if you gonna conquer your day
Conquer your week, if your gonna dominate the month
If your gonna crush the quarter, If your gonna win the year
I need you to remember that talent
Does not win championships
Work ethic does, here's the mentality your gonna need
That's nobody is gonna outwork you
I'm sorry i love you but your not gonna outwork me
Yeah they say Life is what you make it
Got too many dreams on my plate i can't fake it
Lately I've been dealing with lot
Like the fact that i might not make it
In this so called rap game, i can't it
Maybe I should pass on the mic to the next in line
And find something better to do with my time
Instead of trying to write these rhymes
Listen, ever since i was young, i was always on the grind
Trying to find a way to shine born again, christian
I could never lie so believe me
When I tell you on the only one
One of one, chosen one hah
No matter how long it takes, i will never fall
Through the struggle and the grind i will never sell my soul
Through it all everything i ever do
I do it for my people, cause i see them as my equal
Had to let go of my ego
That's the only way that i can know what's evil
Some of y'all do it for the money and fame
But I do it for the love of the game, if you get it, then you get it
If you don't then you don't that's the point of it all
Got my time in my hands and i ain't never letting go
Cause i am in control
Credits
Writer(s): Fiston Baraka
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