Verse 1:
Christ, da Vinci, come pinch me, I've gotta be dreaming
My life is a symphony, all these strings we've pulled, it's teeming
With light, and my ears are ringing
While my fears are singing
Their last song
Like a knife pulled out was the doubt of my peers
Stinging til I quit weeping and passed on
Now if you say tiers/tears, I think of steps, not what are wept
And I can't take the first while clinging to the second with regrets, yes
“No reserves, No retreats, No regrets,”
That's tatted on my bro's bicep
And I'll accept nothing less
Than infinity, it's in my skin literally
“Flow Life” tatted on my chest
And I guess for me
That was a milestone moment
To show I'd go the extra to test my feet
See if they were ready
For the marathon of blowin' up these Rocky streets
Stockin' those tomatoes, tomatoes to my toes
I'm walkin' on the products of the thoughts we've sown
Potato, potato, is a job to the lotto
We want to be great, let's do it on our own
I'm seein' through tears
Only been rapping for like two years
But it's not blurry, all that has happened was prescribed
I see it too clear
I've tried, and tried
But I quit trying, now “I do it,”
No B.S. but Big Sean threw the deck
Now I'm picking up jacks without jacking the flow
I Stay Fluid
Hook:
All of my struggles were perfect
All of the hustle is worth it
I'm in the huddle with the ones I used to bow down to
The pressure I face to be great
Is lesser than power of fate
I saw the love of my predecessors
But I feel it now too
I love my dreams, my family, my team
I love my God, I love that nod He gives whenever I succeed
I love my city, love my state
I love my life, I love my fate
I love the Greats that came before me
I'm grateful you paved the way
Verse 2:
This journey was commenced by a kid on the fence
He had an immensely intense sense
That innocence, in a sense, was a form of ignorance
And his teen years would be best spent condensed
With his nose in a book
Kept it out of other kids' biz
But to build his own, he would do whatever it took
A vote from his big bro
“Clay can I rap?”
“Yes let's go,”
Enter Low Viscosity
The same one that played and quit
Every sport, starting with the soccer team
The same one that never fit
In any sort of popular democracy
That short stuff, brace-face
Prude goody-two-shoes
Straight-laced dude
“Little Christian? Hah, only good for comedy,”
Well now I'm serious, but not Furious
Thought still Fast to get delirious
See my Crazy Team and I “X” em like Sirius
Radio, we mentally challenge em if they're fearing us
But I don't use my flow to hurt
Cause that would be a Low blow
It'd take me from ace of Spades to Dirt
And I don't want to be that Joe
Rather G.I., with three eyes
Two in my head plus the one of my mind
So that I can find the symbol I visualize
Peace sign
There have been times when I got crossed up
But I looked to God, I crossed up
That David star paved the way
And from the Dirt I came
Wiz in This Plane like crop-dust
Hook:
All of my struggles were perfect
All of the hustle is worth it
I'm in the huddle with the ones I used to bow down to
The pressure I face to be great
Is lesser than power of fate
I saw the love of my predecessors
But I feel it now too
I love my dreams, my family, my team
I love my God, I love that nod He gives whenever I succeed
I love my city, love my state
I love my life, I love my fate
I love the Greats that came before me
I'm grateful you paved the way
