Coolie High

[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