They say them visions are just visions
Until you see them through
Yeah yeah
Aye, I'm checking stories at the door before I let em in
There's way too many goofys cosplaying as a bless-it man
The illest nigga breathing got his second wind
Them double bolted doors ain't stoping us from stepping in
We grew up hard headed
Yeah, whoever set the bar ain't high enough even if god set it
Top spot is sub-letted
All that shining sun setted
They stuffing face while they feeding us they crumbs check it
Breaking rules
If you ain't repping us you hating too
Even the real ones is faking too
See the cracks in the glass ceiling put on us we breaking through
The breaking news is that I'm breaking news
We keep the moves all elegant
Conversations prevalent
The mental worlds I'm building all decadent
Moving on up y'all jesters we the Jeffersons
All the finer things is my preference
Checking my old flings for a reference
Lion walking lightly as I'm stepping in
But sound still deafening
Kinda like this tessy that im reving in
You nigga faking moves y'all wrestling
Peeling through these layers of my souls the best medicine
I'm in the chapter where the verses all the meanest
And the paper all the greenest
And them whoopties all serving like supenas
This journey wasn't quick I took the scenic
Theses light weight niggas lacking iron they anemic
Im watching as the penmanship dies like a dead writer
But if shortly wanna rap ill ghost write it if the heads fire
My moral scale got the bread higher
But never chose affiliation
Cause even if you think yo clicks tight, rest assured that the feds tighter
Im little ralphie with the red Ryder
Yeah, but all I want for christmas is them digits ima pray it louder, ayy
Yeah yeah yeah
You better speak it if you want it den
Worse fears a huddit friends
They'll treat you like food even if you took the hunt with them
Skimming off you plate, even if you chef the lunch for them
Them wolves gon circle when you the top dawg like punch n them
Me and the ghosts made a convenant
Ill cook to get my bread buttered wit the extra extra rolls yeah the cullinans
I ask lil mama if she coming in
She say she coming then she come again
She say she coming then she come again
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They say them visions are just visions
Until you see them through
Yeah yeah
Aye, I'm checking stories at the door before I let em in
There's way too many goofys cosplaying as a bless-it man
The illest nigga breathing got his second wind
Them double bolted doors ain't stoping us from stepping in
We grew up hard headed
Yeah, whoever set the bar ain't high enough even if god set it
Top spot is sub-letted
All that shining sun setted
They stuffing face while they feeding us they crumbs check it
Breaking rules
If you ain't repping us you hating too
Even the real ones is faking too
See the cracks in the glass ceiling put on us we breaking through
The breaking news is that I'm breaking news
We keep the moves all elegant
Conversations prevalent
The mental worlds I'm building all decadent
Moving on up y'all jesters we the Jeffersons
All the finer things is my preference
Checking my old flings for a reference
Lion walking lightly as I'm stepping in
But sound still deafening
Kinda like this tessy that im reving in
You nigga faking moves y'all wrestling
Peeling through these layers of my souls the best medicine
I'm in the chapter where the verses all the meanest
And the paper all the greenest
And them whoopties all serving like supenas
This journey wasn't quick I took the scenic
Theses light weight niggas lacking iron they anemic
Im watching as the penmanship dies like a dead writer
But if shortly wanna rap ill ghost write it if the heads fire
My moral scale got the bread higher
But never chose affiliation
Cause even if you think yo clicks tight, rest assured that the feds tighter
Im little ralphie with the red Ryder
Yeah, but all I want for christmas is them digits ima pray it louder, ayy
Yeah yeah yeah
You better speak it if you want it den
Worse fears a huddit friends
They'll treat you like food even if you took the hunt with them
Skimming off you plate, even if you chef the lunch for them
Them wolves gon circle when you the top dawg like punch n them
Me and the ghosts made a convenant
Ill cook to get my bread buttered wit the extra extra rolls yeah the cullinans
I ask lil mama if she coming in
She say she coming then she come again
She say she coming then she come again
Until you see them through
Yeah yeah
Aye, I'm checking stories at the door before I let em in
There's way too many goofys cosplaying as a bless-it man
The illest nigga breathing got his second wind
Them double bolted doors ain't stoping us from stepping in
We grew up hard headed
Yeah, whoever set the bar ain't high enough even if god set it
Top spot is sub-letted
All that shining sun setted
They stuffing face while they feeding us they crumbs check it
Breaking rules
If you ain't repping us you hating too
Even the real ones is faking too
See the cracks in the glass ceiling put on us we breaking through
The breaking news is that I'm breaking news
We keep the moves all elegant
Conversations prevalent
The mental worlds I'm building all decadent
Moving on up y'all jesters we the Jeffersons
All the finer things is my preference
Checking my old flings for a reference
Lion walking lightly as I'm stepping in
But sound still deafening
Kinda like this tessy that im reving in
You nigga faking moves y'all wrestling
Peeling through these layers of my souls the best medicine
I'm in the chapter where the verses all the meanest
And the paper all the greenest
And them whoopties all serving like supenas
This journey wasn't quick I took the scenic
Theses light weight niggas lacking iron they anemic
Im watching as the penmanship dies like a dead writer
But if shortly wanna rap ill ghost write it if the heads fire
My moral scale got the bread higher
But never chose affiliation
Cause even if you think yo clicks tight, rest assured that the feds tighter
Im little ralphie with the red Ryder
Yeah, but all I want for christmas is them digits ima pray it louder, ayy
Yeah yeah yeah
You better speak it if you want it den
Worse fears a huddit friends
They'll treat you like food even if you took the hunt with them
Skimming off you plate, even if you chef the lunch for them
Them wolves gon circle when you the top dawg like punch n them
Me and the ghosts made a convenant
Ill cook to get my bread buttered wit the extra extra rolls yeah the cullinans
I ask lil mama if she coming in
She say she coming then she come again
She say she coming then she come again
Writer: Steven Martin
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