Life Is Video (MV)

I'm from the 513, me and my day ones reminiscing how we used to dream
Of ruling the world and everything that's in between

Now they address me as supreme
8 address changes later still rocking with the same team

Look at how those city lights beam all the same state to state
Country to country, continent jumping, this life I'm living, gotta love it

I done seen enough to experience bright lights and larger than life aspirations
Mine alone stretch farther than mars space stations

Old Macdonald had a farm with some chickens
Young Walt had a plan, in the beginning it was written

As a youngling in that Ohio home, dreams of spitting in superdomes
Screaming that (We On), watching the clones

Try to replicate my flows, I told my bros, very soon we will be men
Counting commas and zeros

And everything I'm speaking on will become our claim to fame
It's all about the execution
So I shoot my shot and aim at the top point blank, forehead

And we on
And we on, yeah
And we on
And we on, yeah
Life is what you make it, try and make it great
You only have one life, so why wait, so why wait

And we on
And we on, yeah
And we on
And we on, yeah
They gonna try and tell you that your dreams kind of crazy
Aim for the cosmos, and don't never stop aiming

I picture myself in god mode, spitting the flow so smooth
It make my enemies pray for chopped flows

I'm burning the mic to crisp, because these bars are temperature hot coals
The flows are so pristine they wondering where on earth I got those

I feel it in my core, the buzz of hope, knowing that you're walking up the stairs
Up the slope, one foot forward, two foot back

But its the stumbles that you learn from, bend but never crack
My travels taught me that, been around the entire map

Pops was 50 when he first moved out the Merica, I was only 14
I'll admit that it was scary but

Now I been around the globe, I seen my days from worst to the best
My soul is at rest, seeing all the things I've seen, now I proudly puff my chest

As a world traveler, foreign language dabbler
Pride in how far I've journeyed I'll carry that my cadaver

But one thing that's for sure, no matter how close to shore
Whether in fancy palace doors, or sleeping on nasty hostel floors

The world is all the same, big dreams and hopes abound
I done heard the different sounds, of rappers from different nations
Tryna come up from underground, and make the world know their name
It's a universal chase of fame, in many ways we all the same

From Paris out to Tokyo, from the realest of rappers
Who spitting the truth to the biggest nosed Pinocchio's

So when I'm pushing my Toyota, bumping jazzy flows
It reminds me to not let the stress of life clash with my goals