Blue Print (feat. Bread Boy)

My vision so clear through these Fendi Lens My vision so clear through these Fendi lens Im stacking up all of my dividend Yeah You know Im a problem right here In the flesh Im trying to step on niggas necks Like Im Malcolm X Life ain't no drill This shit get real It put you to the test My heart so big I think it blew right through My fucking chest All the time that done past But I can't get it back All the time I spent with Out you Make me Fucking sad I got the MotherFucking Blue print On the dash Im trying to stash away some M's Up in my Duffle bag I stashed away some rack's So if I fall ima get it back Ain't showing no more love My feelings hard won't get attached They ain't knowing how Im living They just see Im getting racks To the top and to the ceiling Hell no I ain't looking Back F*ck what you thought and F*ck what you heard I got some young niggas Leave you on the curb Money keep calling She getting on my nerves She looking real hard She know Im a flirt I went and spent some racks So I can cop the J's early Shawty say she leaving Told that bitch that I ain't heard her I see a clear vision through my Fendi lens Bitch these ain't no J's Im flexing in my Tim's Im not caring who don't like it End of discussion Im too focused on my money I ain't hearing nothing You know Im a problem right here In the flesh Im trying to step on niggas necks Like Im Malcolm X Life ain't no drill This shit get real It put you to the test My heart so big I think it blew right through My fucking chest All the time that done past But I can't get it back All the time I spent with Out you Make me Fucking sad I got the MotherFucking Blue print On the dash Im trying to stash away some M's Up in my Duffle bag On the road to riches You know Im a star No Patek Philippe Or no Audemar But Im grinding hard Trying to set the bar Im a born sinner So forgive me lord Forgive me if I ever got to step Pain the realest thing I ever felt I don't need nobody I just need myself I did this shit and I didn't have no help Yeah Woah Yeah Woah I was alone for a long time Didn't have no where to go Soon as love started Creeping in Went and hurt my soul Get the money and stay on the ass Swear is all I know I see a clear vision through my Fendi lens Bitch these ain't no J's Im flexing in my Tim's Im not caring who don't like it End of discussion Im too focused on my money I ain't hearing nothing You know Im a problem right here In the flesh Im trying to step on niggas necks Like Im Malcolm X Life ain't no drill This shit get real It put you to the test My heart so big I think it blew right through My fucking chest All the time that done past But I can't get it back All the time I spent with Out you Make me Fucking sad I got the MotherFucking Blue print On the dash Im trying to stash away some M's Up in my Duffle bag