Linthanos - Tunnel Vision Lyrics

I told y'all, it's Lenteos, this rap's not on my mind, I lied to you, it's Lenteos
Lenteos, what does D.I.M. stand for
I got tunnel vision, who the f*ck knows you at
Face the web, I'm moving through, I ain't no patient

The money through Sunday, yeah, life is just speeding
Could've crashed out, but God said we getting even
I'm getting money regardless
I'm known to be nice, but I can get heartless

It's fun to be snapped like a fin in the gauntlet
You don't like how I move, but you stay watchin
They being too friendly, I know that they plottin
See through my glass, but there's not bulletproof

I'm wearing my coat, ain't shooting no club up
D.I.M. is on top, and we finna blow up
Talk on set, I mic out for like the win
Chop up, make them dance like Tate for the win

That bitch wanna fight, my tights in the pussy
I'm f*cking it up, yeah, I'm f*cking it up
Car broke down, but I'm still making moves, ho
They wanna sign me, but I gotta pay up front

Before it shows around my back, I feel like this shit
Our fans gotta get a feelin' like Baja's some shit, nigga
He need me, they might no more flow, shit, I paid
I should go with the flow, that gold, like this

Pick another one, that gold, like this
Pick another one, that gold, like this, yo
I got tunnel vision, who the f*ck does you race
The web, I'm moving through, I ain't no patient

The money through something, yeah, life is just speeding
I could've crashed out, but God said we getting even
I'm getting money regardless
I'm known to be nice, but I can't get all this

I'm finna be snapped like a fin and a gauntlet
You don't like how I move, but you stay watching
They being too friendly, I know that they plotting
See through my glass, but there's not bulletproof

I'm wearing my coat, ain't shooting no club up
D.I.M. is on top, and we finna blow up
What cause the beat, you ain't giving a f*ck
Blah, zay, blah, I'm swishing it up

When you hear that tone, you know you f*cked up
How my name is in your mind, you don't even suck dick
I'm a chill nigga, f*ck with me, you're gonna get hit
I'ma let God handle it before I do

I beat your ass, ain't gonna spin it back and shoot
I wish they ain't name, but I forgot
Besides, now I'm playing, y'all know you with
Make your ass disappear, call me Linda Wilson

All the bitches do a thing when she walks the talk
See me in person, don't know how to talk
I might got a hand, you all led too many walks
You know I'm an artist, outlining you in chalk

With a quick draw, try to get the shape
And rest a nigga like an Etch-a-Sketch
Shots got your ears, bring your mind on D&D
Alpha throwing Bs, you ain't know it, ain't don't see me

Moving like I'm John Cena, you can't see me
Glock with the strips like remote, I'ma turn up the volume
Oppa's a problem, now I gotta solve him
Just like a match, I'ma put you together

You got the beef, and I got a vendetta
They guess I smoke, that shit got me coughing
You under a smog, I'll put you in a coffin
I shoot like a Celtic, I must be a Boston

You say that they on one, we might got a offer
I got tunnel vision, who the f*ck was you racing
The web, I'm moving through, I ain't no patient
The money through Sunday, yeah, life is just speeding

I could've crashed out, but God said we getting even
I'm getting money regardless
I'm doing to be nice, but I can't get all this
I'm trying to be snap, like a Finley Gauntlet

You don't like how I move, but you stay watch
They being too friendly, I know that they plotting
See you throwing my glass, but that is not bulletproof
I'm wearing my coat, we ain't shooting no clobber

B.I.M. is on top, and we from blow up
And we from blow up
Yeah, and we from blow up
Oh