Vision

They don't see the vision Then I guess that they blind Guess it's been a minute Since they heard tracks this fine But I guess I get it Cuz I'm one of a kind And I'm sticking with it Til the day that I die I get it if they surprised because I've been on the grind So much passion on this track it's bringing tears to my eyes I've been spitting since I was a newborn call that nursery rhymes Murdering these lyrics call that versery crimes Pretty soon we'll be a best seller New York Times Your label hit me up but I had to decline Ask me for a feature Ima have to decide How much you gon have to pay for your fine Now I'm at the top not gonna stop so I'm rising Your label hit me up in my contacts like it's Visine Stacks upon stacks that's the only thing that I've seen All I make is racks that's the only thing that I bring It ain't just the vision I got it in my sight In the next division And we ain't even been signed Causing demolition Ruin all these rappers lives You ain't getting with it Guess you're on the decline All your tracks they got me sleepy like some anesthetic And it sounds just like you're sleeping you ain't energetic I might have to take a little nap you rappers so pathetic I been running laps around this track I guess I'm just athletic Bars fresh like deodorant Old Spice Racks every day looking like a gold mine Asking for a feature you know that I had to decline How's it feel to know that you ain't ever getting signed They don't see the vision Then I guess that they blind Guess it's been a minute Since they heard tracks this fine But I guess I get it Cuz I'm one of a kind And I'm sticking with it Til the day that I die Woah what was that you must've thought this track was done Huh When I'm on the track not turning back you better run Huh Forrest Gump They just jealous I'm at the top acting mad they in a slump I been seeing this vision twenty twenty Biden and Trump And you know I'm making paper I'm looking just like a stump Every day you think you're heat but you know that you're really buns