[Intro]
2-6, Fayettenam
Carolina, Southeast sh**
It's a Carolina thing, from the 'Ville to the QC
All my n***as on Bragg, Bunce Road, to The Murk, Greensboro, Bonnie Doone
Eutaw, Winston, Cliffdale, Durham
Cole World
[Verse 1]
Visions of home, the streets that I roam, it's been awhile
Raise me like the father I never had, I'm still your child
And though I've grown in ways that you've never known
I've ventured into the world, I've moved out all on my own
I'm doing this all for you, I hate to leave you alone
Seen sh** you wouldn't believe, I write em down in these poems
And put them out for the world, I know you listening too
Heard you saying sh** about me I hope the sh** isn't true
Man look at the sh** I came from, this narrow point of view
How you hatin' on a n***a that wanted it more than you?
I ran through them spots with you and f**ed the same b**hes too
And just because I ride with you, I scrap with them n***as too
Came back for them n***as too, ain't no trappin n***a, it's true
Yet they play me on repeat because I rap for them n***as too
See I started with nothing but pa**ion and then I blew
To the Roc, damn the tops a spectacular f**ing view
[Bridge]
Visions of home, visions of home
Visions of home, visions of home
[Verse 2]
Yeah, visions of home, this is my zone
This is my joy, this is my pain, this is my song
This for my cousin Ricky damn n***a it's been too long
Hate that my n***a Smitty slangin' but to each his own
Gotta feed yo' self, smoke a little weed just to ease yourself
f** the whole world, I don't need your help
You're the reason why momma had those rocks
All my n***as never even had no pops
Remember that? Ya remember that?
If ya don't, double back
Momma found a much better crib on a safe street
But I'm still where the trouble at, where the trouble at?
That's ‘cause my folks there, what it look like if I don't go there?
I'm dead wrong, it's been way too long, long
My folks there, what it look like if I don't go there?
I'm dead wrong, it's been way too long
Visions of home