Feeling blinded and waking up to being able to see. Visualizing. Dreams. Sleep.

:22 x 2 (fatman scoop sample)

OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH

Nine five muhfucka!

Get live muhfucka!

Verse 1 :44

I close my eyes im visualizing the wealth

See its funny how time fly when you got time for yourself

who protecting my blind slide every line it was felt bringing death to the hive mind

Nothing quiet is kept

Whats a giant to a devil a cause without rebel

The time inconsequential but the vibe is monumental

That promise at ya window, the problems wit ya kinfolk

Nobody is exempt from getting bodied in a limo

Who the real Gods?

Thru the silence hear a pin drop

Dueteronomy and kill shots

Thru the knowledge we get real thoughts..

Who am I to be acknowledging my product always rock , never been soft

Move hard like niggas wit 2 jobs who flexin with like 2 cars and fucking with 2 broads

Im too gone , my noodle like udon

Eating what im cooking been saving no coupons

Hook 1:28

Whoa!

Get yo muthafuckin hands up!

Getcha!

Getcha muthafuckin hands up

Verse 2. 1:51

Mm yea they say my mind different

I realized these real lies so i lied in em

Its a time for being kind but its not this one

All them times I would try you did not listen

Been deprived seeing signs that alot missing

Im too thin to not notice the plot thickened

Im too in it a lot closer to my limits

Got few friends but my niggas is my niggas…

From the belly to the graveyard How im supposed to get a face card from a day job

I was really taught to spread love now I hate yall….

This aint the kind of rap thats on ya radars..

Moving at light speed

Busy tryna do the right thing I aint spike lee

Im over tryna figure out if bitches/women gon like me

No longer tryna get the clout from niggas just like me

It’s over for that