Audio Visions

Audio visions See my image I need a witness I need forgiveness I done gave up a whole lot To be right here I know I’m heaven sent But I feel demons near South side baby Chicago made me Fear don’t phase me I got problems bullshit on the daily Forgot yo birthday so happy belated I got dreams Plus a dollar You wanna contribute Just give me a holla Went from top ramen To eating Benihana’s Hotter Hot like a sauna I got summer problems Gotta stay down till I come up Throwing 16s imma gunner It was dark in mind Now the sun up Feel the heat of my problems In summer 2018 was a bummer Lost my mama but she raised a stunter Chasing money like I was hunter Face my problems cause I’m not runner Catching my goals and the gold Lately I been a roll Whoa Brown in my liver imma outta control Can’t the business on hold no So I just been working and grinding This shit perfect timing My vision in slow mo Dropped off a bitch She was lying and cheating and stealing like Eddie Guerrero 2 seat foreign fast My family need help I can’t lag Know it hurt I can’t stress bout the past Cut you off keep it smoother than jazz I had some hurt pain days with rain Put faith in people I knew wouldn’t change 2 different views We had two different lanes I picked up a dollar they saying I changed More than riches I been on top Need a witness Bad ass like Dennis the menace Mixing the beat like a chemist Power Money I had days I was hungry I wasn’t raised up a dummy When I’m down the only time they love me Vicious kill it I don’t get what I want it get wicked They don’t wanna show love I can feel it But I know they gone watch buy a ticket That’s okay I still made my commission You ain’t real you can’t hold a commitment Only thing they gone hold is a image Can’t compare to the kid This a scrimmage I’m in control I’m from the Chi From the go I’m on a roll SRT I been all on the road Had some nights it was cold Have to grind Know I live by the code Now I’m in my mode Sinatra getting bigger he bought to explode Paper chaser I’m tryna cop me some acres Dat boy getting rich Sayonara I’m gone see you later Say my graces can’t eat wit a hater Think he real but I know he faker I was poor it turned me to taker I hit from the back and swear like a sailor Mama I’m swear I’m gone make it But I hate I can’t do you a favor Hellcat engine Beep beep I deserve it My struggle was knee deep Made a puddle I’m dripping in vvs Know my face when they see me on tv Now Mama she proud nowww