At this age How are them man still hatin'? My young boy in a different country But he ain't ever been on vacation One hand on a girl I'm datin' One hand on the cash I'm makin' We come through like Funky Friday And have all of your mandem skatin'

What's with all these niggas and they feelings, man? All of this and I'm still the man Thought of this when I was just a fan But all this money wasn't in the plan Now it's all about them Benjamins Ballin' hard and you in the stands All this money I'm a

The hours tick away - they tick away In the fullness of time In this one of many possible worlds, all for the best, or some bizarre test? It is what it is - and whatever Time is still the infinite jest The arrow files when you dream, the hours tick away