Visions

How, baby!

Take care as I see you, niggas

This gonna be a cold, cold summer for these niggas, man

We on they neck, all seasons, all spring, all winter, all summer, all fall

We on the grind, got the vision in our mind, try to tell these niggas we deserve it all

The Range is all black, the Benz is all black, the Hummer is all black, my chick, she all black

Some like Kenan and Kel, tell them niggas we all lack

I keep them blue strips like a pregnancy test

And this work to my nigga Garrett's, I'll never forget

My nigga Ice told me you better stay on they neck

And this fuck everybody that's doubting, that's out of respect

So you wonder why I grind all summer, just to shine all winter

It's all black when we roll in the Sprinter

And we pull up on them haters to make them haters fall back

Keeping it G is something we never lack, uh

This is necessary, this is legendary

This for my niggas in the pen getting commissary

This my life, this a movie, I need commentary

This my life, this a movie, I need commentary

This, that's standing ovation, salute to all you motherfuckers hating

I'm here now, thanks for the patience, sorry for the wait, man

We on they neck, all seasons, all spring, all winter, all summer, all fall

We on the grind, got the vision in our mind, try to tell these niggas we deserve it all

The Range is all black, the Benz is all black, the Hummer is all black, my bitch, she all black

Some like Kenan and Kel, tell them niggas we all lack

The band's black, the hoodie black, the sneakers black

The reaper back, composition where I keep the crack

These numbers in the vision quite clear like a peach and Mac

Still waiting on the date where I meet my match

I ain't talking bubble wrap, bags we don't fumble that

Only time I swipe is the AMEX when I come to racks

This ain't for the mumble rap, boy, where your hustle at?

Play my cards like diamonds everywhere like a shuffle deck

Where I paper chase, you would think I'd run a four-two

I know, that's old news, got a couple goals due

So true, high-rise condo with a dope view

Manifest of Delhi to Aaron Schumann has no clue

East Coast, baby, you tappin' in with a GOAT, who

Rap over samples, make your motherfuckin' soul move

I ain't gon' hold you, tell them that I don't lose

Cold summer when I put these Timbs on your throat, fool

We on they neck, all seasons, all spring, all winter, all summer, all fall

We on the grind, got the vision in our mind, try to tell these niggas we deserve it all

The Range is all black, the Benz is all black, the Hummer is all black, my bitch, she all black

Some like Kenan and Kel, tell them niggas we all lack