Tunnel Vision (feat. Big Solo)

Page me to come in touch with all originals
I double bag, triple, that shit all depend on you
Schedule's also minuscule
Captivate the Interpol
I designate my target
Well, guess that was the end of you
Corner up the Politics
And tie up all pretenders too
Fakers, traitors, haters, liars, strangers
We don't rendezvous
I don't mean like pistols when they on spark
Fire up the chimney, let the dogs bark
You so good at faking loyal
Bring plates to the table
But, why you ain't invest it when it all started
Gang bang, choppas bustin' like this plain Jane
Don't sell dope unless you posted on this block
I invested in the trap
I need something back
On me 'cause I'm Black
They on me 'cause I'm getting money
Yeah that's just a fact
Riding with the Mac
Pricing all my packs
I'm calling, dialing up a number
Nigga where you at?
Always stick with gut feelings
Don't base it off ya mans
And if you see a plot
Don't hesitate to scram
You gotta know when smart beats bronze
Be the man
Cross my guards the man
Who's signed up for the clan
Custom bag and custom lace
Not here to waste no plan
I've been low so there's no faking
Don't trip if I'm not checkin' I got bags delivered
With specific information, I got bags delivered
I'm prolific to the nation, I got bags delivered
Get that cash in certain cryptos, I got bags delivered
Everything super official, I show cash for visuals
If you pacing on a mission, just subtract ya minimum

In a world full of doubters and underachievers
Would you bring the love around you or hate to receive it
Could you put the past behind you or put it beneath us
All that rationale speech, I ain't good with it either
I'm still an action figure, but they can't package the boy
Gotta be safe in these safe in the streets, so they packing their toys
Be careful handling the smoke when you ask for the noise
It ain't just beat after beat that we're back to destroy
Fuck a label, still they sending labels I'm plugged like a cable
They ain't stable, wanna push a limit, willing and able
Can't wait to show 'em up, and show what I bring to to table
I don't save 'em, got feelings for her ain't willing to chase her
Icon level, but pockets don't match what I say
That's okay, glad I learned survival from back in the day
Go thataway, walk in that direction ain't jacking ya stay
Matinee, early viewing niggas is passing away, damn
I expect less, don't know how much more I could take
It's like my patience getting thinner, man or Imma break
Gotta hit the blunt or something before I create
This is all life lessons, can't afford the mistakes



Credits
Writer(s): Solomon White
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