[Verse 1]

And this is my art of ambition; perseverance is a tactic

Gotta shape the future, 'cause the past will never last

Bring hope to every adolescence that has never had shit

Stick to the track, shit you could feel the traction

Aggressive to the music, but in person quite passive

Hop up in the booth and every verse is like magic

Full fledge thought process seem exact

Too sick, nigga bring the flu to school, every beat I do is a classic

Mutha fuck a get well, mutha fuck a vacci-nation

I'm chasin' my dreams until my legs swell

Self made nigga, who said I can't have shit

Grab shit, paint a perfect picture down in pastels

I swear that I would excel, flow so extra large

Them niggas bring the worst of me, but I'mma get the best of y'all

Bring the best out of ya

Ain't no time for breaks

You gotta murder the mile if you wanna win the eight

And the pain that's burning inside is the reason I picture greatness

Got the pedal to the metal, hydro plane if I brake it

Crashing right into success even if I don't make it

Even if I don't make it, crashing right into success, nigga

Tears in my eyes for every opportunity I never had the turn to get

When I do, I'mma murder it

I'm lost inside and you can see it in my eyes

So don't be surprised in the future when you see me in the sky

[Verse 2]

When you see me in the sky

When you see me in the sky, wait

Soaring in the cloudscape

Living out visions during rapid eye movement

Feeling like I'm halluci-

Faded off the way I can see all my contemplations coming true and

I did it when they said I couldn't do it

Every thing takes time, but patience's nothing to a student

Hip-hop, welcome to the future, nigga

And this is just a passion

On these tracks, I'm athle-tic, spit shit around the 46 bracket

Wanna go olympic? It can only come with practice

And the pain is my writer, got me feeling paraphrastic

Set it off, I'm taking shots, Latifah scene shit

In the whip by the pigs, hopping out, I'm still blasting

Leaving like a rider, got my seatbelt fastened

Strapped like the press button, do it for the crew nigga!

Let a nigga speak the truth, nigga

I get angry in the booth, nigga!

Emotions determined by music, nigga

I'm the future, nigga!

The few niggas that are the future of music, nigga!

Been treated like shit my whole life

Now I'mma blossom like an angel, bitch snow white

Fuck the seven dwarfs nigga

I'm countin' every last step

I let God be my mapquest

My crew Wrekless ain't crash yet

We bubble numbers like a math test; scratch paper, nigga

Super super calculus nigga

Do so many numbers, can't count the shit nigga

You might win some, but you just lost one

And I'm on top of the hill, shout out to Lauryn

Stand still in front of enemies and nigga, don't run

I got a heart full of pain, muhhfuck- I tote tons

Muhhfucka. They say "Money Talks," Chris Tucker

Ain't got many bills, but I make gates open the fuck up

By knocking so persistently until they can't resist it

See they can't help but happen to acknowledge all my consistencies

The pain is so efficient, so I gotta spit efficiently

I may break but never bait like a bunch of captured fish in sea

Never thinking twice and yet I use my wisdom sensibly

Riding beside divinity 'til the clock hits infinity, nigga

[Outro]

And I'm the future