VISION (feat. gio cordova)

One, two, three Ready, set, go Sometimes I need to let go Sometimes I need to Sometimes I get it from the get go Sometimes I only want to flex notes Sometimes I wanna see my dead homes Other times I'm feeling so dead bro Born with a vision My tradition God I'm wishing For your love and support They ask me, "Do you got money" "Do you got money" Hell nah "Do you got money" Hell nah "Do you got money" Hell nah We cover faces faces and do races races And fight cases cases type up my laces laces So "Bring him to the front" Oh Damn "Bring him to the front" Oh Damn "Bring him to the front" Oh Damn "Bring him to the front" People talk to me I can tell they don't see my vision Spit true words this verse you need to hear you need to listen Beat like a glock and my words the clip I put the clip in it Smoking biscotti the hennesy you know that I'm sipping it My nigga pack runner get packs you know that he's flipping Just got back on this shit you know I'm killing it Get this shit back on topic Tired of not being taken serious Ima be great you know that its period We going up fast and leave em furious Don't know what I'm cooking they so damn curious "What is apollo doing?" bitch your mama I'm really tryna get up on some commas I'm not really in for the drama Two bitches on my mind just like its Kappa But fuck that shit I got to get my stacks up Making hot shit we in the lab huh Martin Lawrence you that I'm bad huh Vanilla Unicorn we blow that cash up Whip not a rari but I still go fast huh Bring him to the front, they looking at me I know they want, I feel like my dad the way that I stunt Long live you, you get rolled like a blunt She talking crazy but its okay She out of my league in everyway I ain't tryna leave lil hoe ima stay I ain't tryna leave said bae ima stay She been changing changing Go through phases phases It's amazing amazing Stuck in mazes mazes they glazing glazing It's okay they hating We all in the sky like Jamaican Run up on me I ain't playing Run up on me and I'm not Sometimes I need to let go I'm getting bread getting pesos I'm on the block like a Lego Get to the bread the payroll Sometimes I need to let go I need to let go Sometimes I need to let go Born with a vision Born with a vision My tradition God I'm wishing For your love and support They ask me, "Do you got money" "Do you got money" Hell nah "Do you got money" Hell nah "Do you got money" Hell nah We cover faces faces and do races races And fight cases cases type up my laces laces So "Bring him to the front" Oh Damn "Bring him to the front" Oh Damn "Bring him to the front" Oh Damn "Bring him to the front"