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The Vision*
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Lyrics from Snippet Ayy, do you wanna hear realest sh*t I ever said? 'Cause, it's how I really feel Swear I'm tired of these n*'s playin' on my career They better hope I got the headlights on, I hit that n* like a deer Man, n*'s talkin' all that sh*t, ha, I don't got no fear I had to take this sh*t into my own hands, they wanna disappear And my management don't listen to me n*, what could make them hear? I had to tell my label, "Man, I'm finna get this sh*t poppin' next year" I had to wipe off of the chalkboard and really make my vision clear I want some Louie V, bеlts, Gucci shoes, I don't shop at Sears Hoes insidе inside my crib and had to tell 'em, "Get out" I said, "B*t*h, why you in my closet? You takin' all my drip out?" I don't think I meant to sign a deal, somebody tell me how to get out I swear I think about this sh*t whenever I'm too high, I trip out Yeah, my n*'s, they supply me with the drip, shoutout [?] N*'s really tryna take my sound, I give that b*t*h the deep throat I'm just tryna make it out my town and put on for my people I'm just tryna make it big, get my name know like The Beatles B*t*h, I got every single designer you could think of in my room I'm just tryna get these n*'s out my way, I sweep 'em with a broom All these lil n*'s look up to young Hxliday, yeah, I'll never stay true And if I shoot this bullet from a mile away, n*, it'll still hit you Swear I'm tired of these n*'s playin' on my career They better hope I got the headlights on, I hit that n* like a deer Man, n*'s talkin' all that sh*t, ha, I don't got no fear I had to take this sh*t into my own hands, they wanna disappear And my management don't listen to me n*, what could make them hear? I had to tell my label, "Man, I'm finna get this sh*t poppin' next year" I had to wipe off of the chalkboard and really make my vision clear I want some Louie V, belts, Gucci shoes, I don't shop at Sears Shoutout my lil n* Conor, he really makin' a wave I hear a new n* tryna take his beats everyday It got me like, "What the f**k? We didn't even trick" I gotta get my sh*t up, then we gon' sh*t on them n*'s I'm countin' provolone, American, f**k it, this cheese It's one of them under ground n*'s b*t*h, and she on her knees Funny how these n*'s think they rich, but they [?] I got my own money in this sh*t, lil n*, don't worry about me Swear I'm tired of these n*'s playin' on my career They better hope I got the headlights on, I hit that n* like a deer Man, n*'s talkin' all that sh*t, ha, I don't got no fear I had to take this sh*t into my own hands, they wanna disappear And my management don't listen to me n*, what could make them hear? I had to tell my label, "Man, I'm finna get this sh*t poppin' next year" I had to wipe off of the chalkboard and really make my vision clear I want some Louie V, belts, Gucci shoes, I don't shop at Sears Yeah, yeah That's crazy That's some real a** sh*t On God
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