[Verse 1]
Look, got a lot on my to-do list
Short term gotta move quick
Long term gotta stay patient think big picture like Kubrick
Hitchcock with the Hip-Hop
Spielberg with the ill verses
Spike Lee when I write these
Twist words like Tim Burton (Yeah)
Out of this world I’m moving to Mars (Look)
Comparing myself to a movie director because I just shoot for the stars
Get it? (Ay)
Shoot for the stars
And I ain’t distracted by groupies and cars
Get in the booth, doing my part
Spitting the truth and poof I’m gone
I know I got ways to go
Still don’t know which way to go
Spend a lot of time these days alone and no friends these days I stay at home (Look)
I got some missed calls, a couple people that’s pissed off
Right now I got stay working I’ll hit you back when I get off

[Verse 2]
Yeah, gotta move quick
Got one shot hoping I don’t miss
Equipped with nothing but a mic and a Mac and a pen and a pad every day in the lab better witness
Tracks get laid with a rap then I send it off to half for the mix
Done, love it
Rinse, repeat, new beat
Run it
All I gotta do is just keep going
Brand-new beat I keep flowing
We going up, 4 of clubs on me my team loyal
We soaring, Destroying
Everything in my path (Yeah)
Trying not to look back (Woah)
Hoping this is gon' last
Never hold back 'till I go back in an old Astin
A whole castle with gold plaques in a big frame next to my name that’s when I’ll stop
Pages upon pages of these verses I been working is it worth it
Well one thing is for certain, I gave it all that I got
[Outro]
Hey Con', hope all is well
Just calling to say happy birthday
Assume you're out celebrating somewhere
We're stocked in with a snowstorm today
He-he, sure you're missing that part of life here
Anyway, love you guys, hem
Hope all is well, and see you soon
Take care, bye-bye