Tick tock on the wall, clock moving slow Six and a seven, watch the rhythm flow Yeah, it is the grind. Six AM, eyes heavy, staring at the ceiling fan Seven AM, hitting pavement, formulating out the plan Six figures in my vision, but the math is getting cold Seven oceans to cross before the story is ever told I was born for the friction, yeah the pressure is the key Counting up the digits while they throwing shade at me. Six steps forward, leave the wreckage in the rear Seven demons chasing but I never shed a tear Six of one, half a dozen of the other side Seven days a week, baby, nowhere left to hide It is the six seven, yeah, the code and the grind Leaving all the losers in the dust left behind. Six shots fired in the dark of the mind Seven bridges burning just to leave it all behind Six seconds flat, man, I accelerate the pace Seven continents, watch me dominate the space Pressure mounting high like a fever in the veins Breaking every link, yeah, I am snapping off the chains. Six for the struggle, seven for the glow Everything I reap is everything I sow Six reasons why I keep the vision tight Seven shades of black turn into the blinding light. Six steps forward, leave the wreckage in the rear Seven demons chasing but I never shed a tear Six of one, half a dozen of the other side Seven days a week, baby, nowhere left to hide It is the six seven, yeah, the code and the grind Leaving all the losers in the dust left behind. Six and seven. Clocking out. Just the work. Nothing else. Six. Seven.