Frxn Pica**o - Visualize lyrics

[Verse 1: Steelo Joules] So lemme tell you what I been on Zoning at the Park till the heart beats gone Feel the spark heat bro Smooth like bu*ter or aqueous humor for the lens to show Been lit since growth but didn't nobody get to know I'm in sync with the cosmic glow Although pretty feels like a Dyson sphere Dim for days Tell me do you hear that hare sh** is so sickly rare Now I gotta pair of thoughts Made them with food for thought And they turn to the living I'm on Can't wait for for the rains to come Got a bucket of water that refills itself I see you struggle to replenish your wealth It s**s when your mind is in the toilet for days Can't even help your cause I give no f**s like a catholic nun Got a pair of guns I call them scream and run, I hope you're having fun Ice cold I retire the fireman Botched like sugar free candy land Call me the verbal handyman I got tools, that got you thinking that I stole some sh** This art, portrayed like Da Vinci's best I think he can take a seat Now that you can see that your bars ain't sh** Y'all been slacking for days, this is just a reality check I don't even need no check No flex like beings with no arc reflex Providence got these deities in check Got my problems contained [Hook: Darryl the Wordsmith] I want gold chains, I gotta visualize Good life, I gotta visualize Bad wives, I gotta visualize Good money, Good p**y Frxn told me a hundred grand he could see it Royal Hippi3 to the top we could be it Just visualize your life than you will live it Just visualize your life than you will live it [Verse 2: Jayson Musét] Waking up everyday at four-thirty Meditate for thirty minutes then wake up my kids Gotta thank Allah for blessing a n***a I went through tribulations That put my life in a panic through verbal abyss Four babies deep and they all look up to me Two baby mamas I'm not so friendly So you should consider staying away from me Unless you talking about money To store in my pocket so I could feed all of my kids That was just a rough mirror To explain my thoughts about my father's thoughts Gave me a golden pot to piss in Doesn't believe me and doesn't give me no mission I do not want to become that foolish child that had it all given So welcome back to the life of this old man Supports his family with that bread and jam Wakes up early in the morning And gets me and my siblings ready for school But before that he prays for thirty minutes Then comes to my bed and be like “Time please!" I do not have no more time for you children And Allen I told you to stop eating in the room "Am I your employee?” That was just one of his favourite phrases And it never seemed to stop amazing us The way he was always focused That's the reason music has to be the only motive I swear on my scrotum I'm gonna make it Even if it takes me a few hundred years Foot on the pedal to switch up the gear Visualize success and then make it clear, I am here [Hook: Darryl the Wordsmith] I want gold chains, I gotta visualize Good life, I gotta visualize Bad wives, I gotta visualize Good money, Good p**y Frxn told me a hundred grand he could see it Royal Hippi3 to the top we could be it Just visualize your life than you will live it Just visualize your life than you will live it [Outro: Jayson Musét] Waking up everyday at four-thirty Meditate for thirty minutes then wake up my kids Gotta thank Allah for blessing a n***a I went through tribulations That put my life in a panic through verbal abyss Four babies deep and they all look up to me Two baby mamas I'm not so friendly