[Intro: Kev]

Holding out as I’m wandering infinity

Thinking bout’ what it is you tryna say to me

Hiding out as I watch the vision passing me

Figuring out where the hell it is I’m tryna be

Holding out as I’m wandering infinity

Thinking bout’ what it is you tryna say to me

Hiding out as I watch the vision passing me

Figuring out where the hell it is I’m tryna be

[Verse 1: A-Kash]

I’m in the basement tryna keep my work under the carpet

My mind my only sergeant

My grind my only option

North or south, my name come famous

My goal won’t go aimless

The income with the payment

You see our hits and frame em

End of the year you gone remember me (yuh yuh)

Move up the rank, I’m celebrity (yuh yuh)

Open my eyes got that clarity

The Vision’s meant for those thinking past infinity

[Verse 2: Lowrain]

I don’t know what imma say to you it’s a little hard for me to think

I just changed my point of view and it pushed me to the brink

That drank gave me some confidence that I didn’t have before

Just tryna vent that’s my intent but I opened up the door

I wish that I had more words that were at my disposal

I only know like two thirds of the people we call locals

I just got a prescription, and im hoping that it may

Help with an affliction, that just won't go away

I pay my rent and I play the game and I’m bumping my score

I have to squint to see my name but i'm always chasing more

I got that goal that ambition, yeah I’m changing up my mission

I’m still plagued with indecision, cuz i'm changing up the vision

[Interlude: Jeff Brohm]

Let me answer that question by asking you two questions

One, is this or is this not the xfl? Yes it is

Two. Do I or do I not have a pulse? Yes I do, lets play football

[Verse 3: Este]

Take it or leave it, don’t wanna keep it

Setting the record, we undefeated

Talk about vision, what about yours?

We on the rise and you on the floor

In the stu we cooking up real

Stu in the house that's a home cooked meal

Driving fast, twenty on the dash

Gotta slow down got gas in the bag

Glock in my pocket, little boy stop it

You and me know you got no guap in your pocket

Talk about me like bush in oh three

Oh one blow up watch the debris

Hit my line like a telegraph

Start slow bounce back like a rubberband

Beat slap like a back hand, left hand

Blow up we expand, all planned uh

FRM ten out of ten we eleven

I hear your last album, DAMN. light seven

Never forget it, the trend is cemented

My pen just embedded it, here comes the melody

[Verse 4: Moseley]

Yes im infinity

There ain't no way you can limit me, I'm in this industry

You know I'm finna be, a legend and they gon be putting me right next to

Jay and nipsey, em and biggie, pac and ye we

All got the legacy, of murdering everything that we see

When I started, brand new artist

Never thought I'd make a raw hit

But I admit it, I still felt it

It's just no fun when you call it

Say what I wanna say

Keep it all clean on the lyrics but hard on the bars

Paving an all new way, but still keep most of my cars parked in the garage

We don't reap or profit from this art and when the people buy it

Barely get a portion because the fee is so high they take all it

Remember we don't do this for ourselves this is only for you

So buy our songs and give us money, so we can go and cop some food

Sick on the beat like the black plague

I write all these bars for days

Record and press play

Upload to Sway, you're listening the very next day

Got it stuck in your head

Mk ultra, now do what I told ya

Thanks for tuning in, this is it

Welcome to the movement

[Outro: Kev]

Holding out as I’m wandering infinity

Thinking bout’ what it is you tryna say to me

Hiding out as I watch the vision passing me

Figuring out where the hell it is I’m tryna be

Holding out as I’m wandering infinity

Thinking bout’ what it is you tryna say to me

Hiding out as I watch the vision passing me

Figuring out where the hell it is I’m tryna be