[Verse 1]

Watching her just made me relax, a little cutie pie

I swear she put a niggie straight up on a coolie high

Like Camp Lo, had to approach her with the shades low

Fresh kicks, new fit, button up crisp

Levi jeans, white Tee under it

V neck with Burberry to cover it

Sweet scent, polo, Ralph Lauren shit

Hop in the studio

Steal an instrumental, hope they don't sue me yo

But soon he gon' wake up from the dream and realize he's just imagining

But reality is where the magic ends

And it never ends, so I never end, will I ever end it?

Never, so I keep it going on forever and ever, damn

Sweet dreams for my ambitions

And if I haven't come close, this a rendition

And I'mma catch every dream 'til my hands miss 'em

I put bombs on the track, one man missile

And if I ain't in the game, I'mma hold the damn whistle

And ball out like a spiral and make your hands sizzle

Game winning reception

I'm dancing with the stars like I came in with the Jetsons

Drawing vivid pictures that's painted with intellect

Trying to make flawless what was once tainted imperfection

Sit quietly and take this as a lesson

I won't stop until I am greatness' reflection

Either I make it or make it a hobby

Or inspire others to make it by making it

Obviously markedly superior by making it solid

Funny how you can change lives by gaining some kno-(knowledge)

But changing the topic, I remain at a constant

Pace until I'm officially proclaimed as accomplished

I'm heading north 'til there's no visible change in my compass

It ain't about rapping, it's about creating a concept

[Outro]

That's the art of ambition