2020 Vision
Shots are heard from the distant countryside
All they wear now are clothes of paper-white
Little talks are heard from villagers nearby
All they wear now are clothes of paper-white
Dreaming 'bout a million
People laughing at a nigga dream
So it's fuck how you feelin'
Can't be caged in the building
'Cuz the sky ain't the limit
You gon' fuck around and only hit the ceiling
I been having visions
I can read a whole room and you niggas look way too suspicious
I got 2020 visions, but I can't see nobody so I'm sitting in the crib for a minute
I'ma make you niggas hate me
Hope you get the full picture like HD
This ain't a game, so a nigga try to play me
Gotta scrap it out, I don't got time for the phone beef
I been heartbroken, thought these hoes could've loved me
I can't say no names, all that messy shit ain't for me
All that acting crazy, man y'all all deserve a Tony
Blocked a couple niggas, they be acting way too phony
You don't want none of these problems, got a whole lotta (yeah)
Fuck a nigga look like spending cheese on Benihana (gang gang)
Shit I wanna cop a Tesla with the reparation money
I can't deal with all that stressing and financial problems (dang)
I ain't even seen my dad in a minute
All you niggas thinking that I just been sad for a minute
Nigga been sad, since he hit high school
Only thing I noticed, is I haven't shown my ass in a minute
That's why I been dreaming 'bout a million
Nigga fuck how you feelin'
Uh, I can really give a fuck how you feelin'
Yeah, yeah
Aye, who the fuck I call a friend, bitch
Ain't nobody seen me at my wit's end, bitch
Niggas talkin' so that's why I never said shit
Everybody speaking on me like I'm fuckin' dead, bitch
Man everybody love the music for vibes
But I really like to talk about the past in my rhymes
So I don't throw in smoke, with the lying the verse
Man that shit in my own book is like commiting a crime
You do or you die, some days can't even think of a line
I think of wicked shit and tell myself that I'm outta line
Not out my prime, I'm way too young to even think that
How much the richest man got, well there I'm tryna beat that
Who the fuck showed me love, when I needed that shit
Man, who the fuck told me to chill, when I just said that I quit
Man, I guess that's the reason that I'm feeling this
This whole fuckin' decade
I'ma make you take me serious
All they wear now are clothes of paper-white
Little talks are heard from villagers nearby
All they wear now are clothes of paper-white
Dreaming 'bout a million
People laughing at a nigga dream
So it's fuck how you feelin'
Can't be caged in the building
'Cuz the sky ain't the limit
You gon' fuck around and only hit the ceiling
I been having visions
I can read a whole room and you niggas look way too suspicious
I got 2020 visions, but I can't see nobody so I'm sitting in the crib for a minute
I'ma make you niggas hate me
Hope you get the full picture like HD
This ain't a game, so a nigga try to play me
Gotta scrap it out, I don't got time for the phone beef
I been heartbroken, thought these hoes could've loved me
I can't say no names, all that messy shit ain't for me
All that acting crazy, man y'all all deserve a Tony
Blocked a couple niggas, they be acting way too phony
You don't want none of these problems, got a whole lotta (yeah)
Fuck a nigga look like spending cheese on Benihana (gang gang)
Shit I wanna cop a Tesla with the reparation money
I can't deal with all that stressing and financial problems (dang)
I ain't even seen my dad in a minute
All you niggas thinking that I just been sad for a minute
Nigga been sad, since he hit high school
Only thing I noticed, is I haven't shown my ass in a minute
That's why I been dreaming 'bout a million
Nigga fuck how you feelin'
Uh, I can really give a fuck how you feelin'
Yeah, yeah
Aye, who the fuck I call a friend, bitch
Ain't nobody seen me at my wit's end, bitch
Niggas talkin' so that's why I never said shit
Everybody speaking on me like I'm fuckin' dead, bitch
Man everybody love the music for vibes
But I really like to talk about the past in my rhymes
So I don't throw in smoke, with the lying the verse
Man that shit in my own book is like commiting a crime
You do or you die, some days can't even think of a line
I think of wicked shit and tell myself that I'm outta line
Not out my prime, I'm way too young to even think that
How much the richest man got, well there I'm tryna beat that
Who the fuck showed me love, when I needed that shit
Man, who the fuck told me to chill, when I just said that I quit
Man, I guess that's the reason that I'm feeling this
This whole fuckin' decade
I'ma make you take me serious
Credits
Writer(s): Trevien Wolfe
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