Visions
Sitting, acid trippin and we plotting on getting rich
Swear to God on my momma I got visions in this bitch
Swear to god on my momma ima get us out this bitch
Sitting, smoking blunts and we plotting on getting rich
On my momma I am young And my discussion with my niggas
We just tryna get rich and dodge these suicidal triggers
I say wanna make it but I make it different
I don't wanna be a rapper just an actor counting digits
Wait just because I'm black it's fact that we rap my nigga
I'm bagging all the lyrics ship Em just like sacks my niggas
Heaven sent young man
With gameplan to get these bands
I do for my daughter my brother and all my fans
They ask how you poet younging that never show it
But we sit around with evil smiles wondering why the devil pulling us down
You clocking in to work but it emotional hurts
When music in your mind and the frog in your throat
Cuz you wanna cry but you don't wanna show your daughter that side
The side of the corrupted world so He trying to make a change for his own little girl
As I think insane my brain chose its own lane
To make a change and ball like Kobe and jordan in the same game.
No shame when people screaming yo name
Going blind in the mirror cuz a nigga future bright
I was 16 years old when I bought my first mic
Drop 7 mixtapes I had that shit looking nice
Then I sign to EMFAM intoxicated at night
I dropped Hearts&Craft with no promotion in sight
I still bump my old mixtape f*ck the radio station
2015 here this my year to get off probation
My record so marked up I feel like New York subway stations
You wanna live but where is life
You visualize gold chains, new mics and fresh nikes
Your bright future surpass those dark nights
Around music you seem different
More attentive when it's time to listen
Labels want you but you not leaving your scene
Because behind the music PoeticRhythm is your team
Shit PoeticRhythm is your dream
So you dodge reality, no news casualties
Just beats and the savage in me
To show the world I still have the passion in me
And I love my daughter there's no bastard in me.
So you envy
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Visions
Sitting, acid trippin and we plotting on getting rich
Swear to God on my momma I got visions in this bitch
Swear to god on my momma ima get us out this bitch
Sitting, smoking blunts and we plotting on getting rich
On my momma I am young And my discussion with my niggas
We just tryna get rich and dodge these suicidal triggers
I say wanna make it but I make it different
I don't wanna be a rapper just an actor counting digits
Wait just because I'm black it's fact that we rap my nigga
I'm bagging all the lyrics ship Em just like sacks my niggas
Heaven sent young man
With gameplan to get these bands
I do for my daughter my brother and all my fans
They ask how you poet younging that never show it
But we sit around with evil smiles wondering why the devil pulling us down
You clocking in to work but it emotional hurts
When music in your mind and the frog in your throat
Cuz you wanna cry but you don't wanna show your daughter that side
The side of the corrupted world so He trying to make a change for his own little girl
As I think insane my brain chose its own lane
To make a change and ball like Kobe and jordan in the same game.
No shame when people screaming yo name
Going blind in the mirror cuz a nigga future bright
I was 16 years old when I bought my first mic
Drop 7 mixtapes I had that shit looking nice
Then I sign to EMFAM intoxicated at night
I dropped Hearts&Craft with no promotion in sight
I still bump my old mixtape f*ck the radio station
2015 here this my year to get off probation
My record so marked up I feel like New York subway stations
You wanna live but where is life
You visualize gold chains, new mics and fresh nikes
Your bright future surpass those dark nights
Around music you seem different
More attentive when it's time to listen
Labels want you but you not leaving your scene
Because behind the music PoeticRhythm is your team
Shit PoeticRhythm is your dream
So you dodge reality, no news casualties
Just beats and the savage in me
To show the world I still have the passion in me
And I love my daughter there's no bastard in me.
So you envy
Sitting, acid trippin and we plotting on getting rich
Swear to God on my momma I got visions in this bitch
Swear to god on my momma ima get us out this bitch
Sitting, smoking blunts and we plotting on getting rich
On my momma I am young And my discussion with my niggas
We just tryna get rich and dodge these suicidal triggers
I say wanna make it but I make it different
I don't wanna be a rapper just an actor counting digits
Wait just because I'm black it's fact that we rap my nigga
I'm bagging all the lyrics ship Em just like sacks my niggas
Heaven sent young man
With gameplan to get these bands
I do for my daughter my brother and all my fans
They ask how you poet younging that never show it
But we sit around with evil smiles wondering why the devil pulling us down
You clocking in to work but it emotional hurts
When music in your mind and the frog in your throat
Cuz you wanna cry but you don't wanna show your daughter that side
The side of the corrupted world so He trying to make a change for his own little girl
As I think insane my brain chose its own lane
To make a change and ball like Kobe and jordan in the same game.
No shame when people screaming yo name
Going blind in the mirror cuz a nigga future bright
I was 16 years old when I bought my first mic
Drop 7 mixtapes I had that shit looking nice
Then I sign to EMFAM intoxicated at night
I dropped Hearts&Craft with no promotion in sight
I still bump my old mixtape f*ck the radio station
2015 here this my year to get off probation
My record so marked up I feel like New York subway stations
You wanna live but where is life
You visualize gold chains, new mics and fresh nikes
Your bright future surpass those dark nights
Around music you seem different
More attentive when it's time to listen
Labels want you but you not leaving your scene
Because behind the music PoeticRhythm is your team
Shit PoeticRhythm is your dream
So you dodge reality, no news casualties
Just beats and the savage in me
To show the world I still have the passion in me
And I love my daughter there's no bastard in me.
So you envy
Writer: Chris Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid