 Time waits on no one. You sound like a serious ass nigga. You sound like someone that eats plain cornflakes with water. Like, relax. You were early to bed, early to rise, little soldier. Men's irons is socks. Men's irons, the blades of grass on his lawn. Y'all anxious little herbivores. Y'all too afraid to get in a bad result. I need to plan accordingly, headass. I need a man if that's my destiny. Alright, look what that got us, huh? Look what that got us. If I look into a crystal ball and saw myself 40 years into the future as a bum-selling stolen inflatable balloons on the streets of New York, I'd be like, damn. It is what it is. And just start rubbing my hands together real nonchalantly. You're glorifying being an underachiever, okay? Sluffing? Is it sin? A sin I say? Good. Sin all you want. Sin till you can't sin no more. Sin till you get all that built up angst out your spirit. Just make sure you ain't hurting nobody. Just make sure you're gonna pick yourself up at the end of it all. Time waits on no one. Well, for me it does. For me it does actually. Could you believe that? I'm taking all the time I need. I'm taking my time like it was old to me like the refund from the IRS. Give me that shit, player. Give me that shit. Time waits on no one. You thought you ate when you said that shit. Man's thought he was chowing at Chick-fil-A. My nigga, you biting at Burger King. You grabbing a high blood pressure junior. Fuck out my face with that bad energy, nigga. Fuck out my face.