[Verse 1]
All I got is a vision and an eighth of pot
Old f**s think I'm sh** cause I bake a lot
Young stone f**ing dying in a vacant lot
Filthy Jazz all in her mind and she think I'm God
Seventeen with the wise of a f**ing monk
And the n***a spit rock like f**ing punk
And everywhere I tend to go n***as hate me
And hoes wanna rape me to blow on the f**ing skunk
Nobody makes real sh** in my generat'
I tell her "babe, I need grip, make it generate"
While I just showed her high in the drive
Think I'm wild, I'm like a perf to the game
On the ?peach?
Straight sipping straight lean punch
With my n***as six4
Mob through the city high
Mack to the freak hoes
Nothing but the scent of sativa to start my days
Cause stressing ain't in my ways
Expressions ain't in my face
I'm galaxy switching slowly
Ash it then hit the forty
The a**es of b**hes glory
You have it then sit it on me
I'm Aquaman
And cooler than who you f**ing
I'd turn you into a goddess
No time as I use the rubber
Karate, I'd crane a rapper who says that Filthy is weak
My n***as is on the creed
Zombies for brain and lean
I came up out the ground and surrounded in New Orleans
And I'm pushing through the street
f**ing pushing through the street
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Mobbed up, smoking dank, f**ing everyday
[Verse 2]
I open up your motherf**ing mind, I'm devine
Smoking pine with an opened dime, sipping purple slime
And my vision is extraordinare
I said my vision is extraordinare
So many b**hes in my head, and this b**h I led
And I been skipping school again, I need f**ing bread
But I don't let it screw my head, I just free my head
And let the raps do my dread, tell you who I is
Had a vision I was
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