Correction Lyrics Tell The Vision (Demo) by Conway the Machine

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Trippin', Wildin' on television
You could, still see a n***a tell the vision
Pimpin' (Pimpin'), Boy, these boys, pimpin'
Different, these boys, boys different
Trippin', wildin' on television
You could, Still see and tell the vision
Vivid, what else? What now?
These boys pimpin'
Livin' (Hey), you could tell these boys different
Different, I could feel something different
Different, I could still tell the vision
Trippin', wildin' on television
Vivid, hit it, pull out, [?], pimpin'
Buy me, they go
...they roll (Toni, what?)

I'm drippin' (Drippin'), drenched (Drippin')
Can't pay me like you paid
Pimpin' (Pimpin')
Damn (My n***a, though)
Got it out the mud, uh (In the kitchen)
My way or the highway (Skrrt)
Y'all way, Allah, God, Jehovah (Lord)
I ain't me when I'm sober
I could play a flute to a cobra
I ain't goin' back and forth with n***as like Anna Kournikova (Woo)
After this verse, put a portrait up (Bah)
This for the unfortunate (Yeah)
This here for the drug dealers, please don't take it personal (Please)
I ain’t talkin’ bout a television, I’ll sit it in person (Person)
n***as scammin’ on P.P.E., trickin' off on purses (Yeah, woo)
Purpose (Find one)
I keep sendin' these hearses (Uh)
I keep payin' for funerals, sendin' discounts at churches (Damn)
Chicken talk (Chicken talk)
In and out with a kitchen fork (Skrrt, skrrt)
Scope on it, hope you find what you're lookin' for (Bah)
Television (Damn)
They ain’t believe in me, they ain’t see the vision
Now look at Yeezy, I did it my way
Did it different (Mhm)
They don't like to see a black man multi-billion
GAP money billboard on your buildin'
This the new Wu-Tang, Yeezy for the children
Mama said, "When you gonna get your soul right when you repentin'?"
Look, I'm speakin' the gospel
Sixty people shot last week in the Chicago
I'm followin' Jesus like I'm one of the apostles
I walk by faith, so my confidence is colossal
And that's on God, though, this that New God Flow
The word in my bible, the Lord on my side
Through my lows and my highs, though, yeah
Through my lows and my highs, though
I owe it all to God, though, yeah

Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh

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