Flirting with death and we’re slowly getting intimate, then I met a bitch named life and I’m not that into it, music to my ears I don’t even need an instrument, thinking of a number in between one and infinite, I treat my haters like a syndicate, and since I kid I’ve had an image in my head of what I will achieve before I finish with, building my accomplishments, growing with my confidence and proving what a conscience is, drifting in and out of consciousness, dream of better ways improving my incompetence, no one’s perfect, and I never mean to contradict but I’m aiming for perfection no matter what the cost of it, a king bed cus I dream big, building on a buzz and beyond like wee kid

I’m infinite, you heard of hell well I was sent from it, I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments, now I'm trying to repent from it, but when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it, I’m infinite

First name is Jack, last name is shit, that’s somebody only you would know, I keep him off the list, he don’t get an invitation that’s an indication, I keep it real where I’m from there’s no imitations, I’ve been in your faces like a pimple keep it simple, I would turn the other cheek and you would only see a dimple, bars are cold like a heart or soul, be grateful that your here take care here’s some argan oil, I think I’m yet to show my full potential, never make a move unless I know it’s monumental, I’m reaching for the stars and they say there’s a limit, the sky is the top but I’m staying up in it, going further and beyond cus I’m knowing that it’s limitless, opportunities, well I’m knowing that they’re infinite

I’m infinite, you heard of hell well I was sent from it, I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments, now I'm trying to repent from it, but when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it, I’m infinite