The Vision (feat. DJ Ernz)

The vision for my niggas is to live in the vision, never division
Gettin dirty in the water I fish in
Tell em mission & they rip it's like you granting them wishes
Man as my witness
Food for thought got y'all grabbin ya dishes

Food for thought got y'all grabbin ya dishes
I fill ya stomach feed ya brain & got ya stamina lifted (Uh)
I talk food, get ya pan or ya skillet
Now get the recipe down
Now get ya hand & ya wrist in (Uh)
Real talk, I'm just a man that been missin'
Missin' out
Missin clout
But now down to my business (Uh)
You seem me out, put a crown on my image
Sinatra at the opera, got it down like a chemist
And this fit real light I brought it out like a scrimmage
And the moves so calm take a look at my pivot
And everything makes sense take a look at the livin'
I see you lookin' my Nigga
But you ain't cookin' my nigga!
I'm from... Queens
Lil Brooklyn, my nigga
They be hittin' my phone line to get a look wit a nigga
Hangin' around just to get a hook with a nigga

Hanging around just to get a hook wit a nigga
But you can't hang with a nigga... Segregtion
Just face it
Y'all basic... Complacent
I'm makin' moves for the times & the placement
I'm trynna rise to the tippy From the basement
And oversee it with a zippy of some great shit
Dark skin you know I want some grape shit
Real sick... So they tell me to be patient
Number one... cuz I really really ain't shit
Ya lines ok... but it ain't piff
I'm here for the long run... They just make-shift
I work so hard... that I make shifts
To roll up & burn down all this greatness
Backwood or the organic raw widdit
We that hood... Blowin down in the hall widdit
Be made, get paid yeah we all in it
You make a shitty ass bed, you gon fall in it
Call my niggas wack... nah We don't take that
We double & we put in work asap
Rap flop I'm in ya crib where the safe at
I'm with the pats... So what you gotta say jack
But no Money & Violence where the Wraith at
No Renzel or Meek but where the Maybach
My niggas trynna bubble like Coke for now we make crack
So I ain't got time for the shade or the fake daps
Queens niggas in the house one time
To my niggas locked down, let em out one time
See the vision niggas listen gotta get em through
Therapeutic with the music It's incredible
Sonically I be givin you the better view
Never lose it gettin' better with the revenue
They gotta let em in... It's the melanin I'm tellin you
Darker berry so I'm givin en the better juice
Shorty like, yeah he owe me some sex
And I never met her, she just knows that he next
Regular watch, the Roley is next
Takin' pictures with a nigga cuz they know he finesse
Real smoov when I stir
Game so cold... When I move its like Burr
Game never runnin out
Thinkin what the fuss about
Sinatra gon be dumbin
They Like "Cash, when that Opera shit comin out"
Idk but when it do it ain't no fuckin around