Correction Lyrics Tunnel Vision Freestyle by Quadeca

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Yeah, stop it, rappers, they filling they pockets, don't give a sh*t about profits, that's why I'm honest
That's why my lyrics the hardest, and, b*t*h, you will fear 'em regardless
I'm on a mission, they not gonna listen, but wanting this sh*t since a kid was an infant
And f**k my own music, this the new edition, I'm schooling these rappers, they pay me tuition, woah
Give a f**k about opinions, the comment took you 30 minutes, so, who's really winning?
Lyricism with precision, I'll murder this beat till my pen is a witness, woah
Woah, a picture's worth a thousand words, so this is worth a thousand pictures, oh
Oh, gimme the images, I'll put an end to this, I don't need Kanye to finish this
Eight year old watching porn for the first time destroying your innocence (What? Hahahaha!)
If you say you can out-rap me, there's gonna have to be an incident (Yeah)
I'ma have to go block you out of my life, like Trump and some immigrants (Aye!)
When I get up on the mic, they say this sh*t is magnificent
Really, this isn't sh*t, rap-game Jehovah's Witness, knocking on the game store (Hoo!)
Elevated to get on my same floor, made money while I make more
Two b*t*hing while I take four, that's (Yeah!) just the sh*t I've been made for  (Yeah!)
I ain't never heard of second place (Yeah!), that's just the sh*t I've been raised for, damn
Yeah (Aye!), yeah (Aye!)

Swear, that they don't wanna see you winning (Hahaha!)
And I'ma 'bout to do this for a century
I'm waiting till these b*t*hes start to listen
They really need to get they own identity (Yeah)
And I know that I got a big decision (Yeah)
But I don't ever get it, hold my empathy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
For me, I'm looking with my tunnel vision
And I just want the people to remember me ([?])

They wanna see me go global, so people wanna watch the world burn
Only 16, got some big dreams, you live life on your girl's terms
Teaching lessons till the world learns, you being second, it is clear to me
I'm just waiting for the minute that one of these b*t*hes coming at me lyrically
Motherf**ker, I'm ahead of ya', y'all need to cut it, like a editor
I ain't tryna fake-flex money, b*t*hes, weed, and all of the et cetera
Your career's already dead to us, and my opinion ain't dead enough
Tell me why your numbers like erectile dysfunction; you can't seem to get it up
Motherf**kers say I'm lightweight 'cause I don't waste the sh*t on my plate
One day, Anthony Fantano will say, "Strong seven to a light eight"
They be saying that I clickbait, okay, you's a bit late
Funny how they try to diss me, then hit me up to try and check out they mixtape
Jolie to the Angelina, your lyrics tired, like anesthesia
Oh damn, man, I can't believe ya', you need to get your own damn ideas
Tunnel vision, word to Kodak, all my skills, man, I'm so stacked
Freestyle, I don't hold backs, and now, everybody know that
Yeah

Swear, that they don't wanna see you winning
And I'ma 'bout to do this for a century
I'm waiting till these b*t*hes start to listen
They really need to get they own identity
And I know that I got a big decision
But I don't ever get it, hold my empathy
For me, I'm looking with my tunnel vision
And I just want the people to remember me

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