I'm trying to get to the finish
Where the beginning begins, started here as a kid
Grew beards, got jobs, did shows with friends
Made names, did tours that we couldn't afford
Break backs to make that, my story isn't new
All our lives are based on that race to the line
A taste of getting high, the promise to make a climb
A modest estate you could create with your designs
Empty voyage for most
Devote the whole of your physical body you pay the toll
I'm done working for nothing but bowls of Ramen for lunch
Perfect timing required to get in front of the bunch
I took a punch, elbowed my way to the front
Ready for whatever, getting steadily better
Take all that I've learned and level up
Better than before, never settle for runner up

-Hook-
Make it to the finish line, the grind is done (done)
Look back on the ride like I was having fun
Relied on my desire to make it through the toughest times
Now I'm looking at the goal and the finish line

Wanna take that next step, wanna place that next bet
Wanna taste that new sweat from the wet of the roulette
Big goals require the most risk, gotta tape up fists
Bang with the consequence
Stopping once I cross the finish is nonsense
I feel like it's a new start to make your mark
Parked at the end, walked back to the starting gate
Never stopped moving, left food on the dinner plate
Sharp skills, money to eat good meals
Funding to make records our namesake, ill
Lung ahead when the legs give out along the route
For all that plus the justification to make my mom proud
Prove to myself I did right
After all those nights I fought with my own sight
Like I was seeing it wrong I knew I visioned the light
The finish line is long but I be making it tight

-Hook-

Always in pursuit of a trophy or a ring
I'ma lean on myself making sure the race sting
Seeing what it takes to get my name on a screen
Believing that It makes a difference to chase dreams
I used to sit around feeling like nothing was for me
But fortunately art had something to show me
Wrote poems for pretty girls ignoring me some
But those words got me to where I was rolling with them
Holding hands used to be the old finish
But then spitting would get me them digits
Essays to lock down them good grades
20 page papers to finish off my college days
What I am saying is the checkered flag is just a starting gate
the progress is measured by all the heart it take
Sometimes I wanna take a break
But that's what stands between fake and being great