Tunnel Vision
I get tunnel vision when I'm dreaming of millions
I wish I had the chandeliers in my ceilings
Sometimes I break down and get all in my feelings
Long as a roof over my head I ain't tripping
I drove that Pontiac like it was a Bentley
Can't take it for vain cause you might addicted
That switch on my glizzy it shoot with no limit
These niggas a cross ya like they was christian
I hate I had to cut off a couple niggas
Can get it by myself it don't make a difference
When I had it always shared it with my niggas
But when I was broke I didn't hear from a nigga
That go to show you who really fucking with ya
The realist nigga that I know in the Mirror
I looked in the stands when nobody when was cheering
And god got the wheel but you still gotta steer it
I told my mama bury me with a pistol
You never know incase the devil be tripping
I drop on my knee cause I know he gone listen
You know ima die bout it please don't attempt it
I never thought I be facing a conviction
These felony charges got me feeling wicked
My past starting haunt me it's ghost in my kitchen
I don't want the feeling of being apprehended
I pour the wok on the rocks don't do the henny
I'm chasing my dreams you know I'm in hemi
We spray the block up ain't talking no graffiti
Then fly out the country now I'm Tahiti
I wrote this shit back in 2017
Got caught up in Austin with a couple P's
My life starting to flash like a new movie scene
Gave the scale to Hicks I didn't have nun but the weed
How they sleep on me when I'm the one in the lead
Throw the alphabet at em they been catching z's
Bought some real estate relocate to bowling green
Coming straight out the gutter like a bowling team
Boy this shit like a maze
Roll a backwood let it blaze
New diamond chain it's appraised Shid im in a daze
Call up Keshun for the fade
Gps gotta switch up ya waze
Take a trip to island I'm sipping on lean this ain't heineken
Built this shit up this a dynasty
I need some privacy
Duck off like I hit the lottery
In the new coupe with the prada seats
Drove it right out the jungle I been through a whole lot of summers
They chant when I walk through the tunnel
You Niggas is puppies I'm the big dawg need a muzzle
I stay with that tech lm in Lubbock
And they claim that they love ya But some of here for the money
Go ghost on em my feelings haunted
We eat Benihana's we rocking out like we nirvana
They sleep on me get the pajama's
I wish I had the chandeliers in my ceilings
Sometimes I break down and get all in my feelings
Long as a roof over my head I ain't tripping
I drove that Pontiac like it was a Bentley
Can't take it for vain cause you might addicted
That switch on my glizzy it shoot with no limit
These niggas a cross ya like they was christian
I hate I had to cut off a couple niggas
Can get it by myself it don't make a difference
When I had it always shared it with my niggas
But when I was broke I didn't hear from a nigga
That go to show you who really fucking with ya
The realist nigga that I know in the Mirror
I looked in the stands when nobody when was cheering
And god got the wheel but you still gotta steer it
I told my mama bury me with a pistol
You never know incase the devil be tripping
I drop on my knee cause I know he gone listen
You know ima die bout it please don't attempt it
I never thought I be facing a conviction
These felony charges got me feeling wicked
My past starting haunt me it's ghost in my kitchen
I don't want the feeling of being apprehended
I pour the wok on the rocks don't do the henny
I'm chasing my dreams you know I'm in hemi
We spray the block up ain't talking no graffiti
Then fly out the country now I'm Tahiti
I wrote this shit back in 2017
Got caught up in Austin with a couple P's
My life starting to flash like a new movie scene
Gave the scale to Hicks I didn't have nun but the weed
How they sleep on me when I'm the one in the lead
Throw the alphabet at em they been catching z's
Bought some real estate relocate to bowling green
Coming straight out the gutter like a bowling team
Boy this shit like a maze
Roll a backwood let it blaze
New diamond chain it's appraised Shid im in a daze
Call up Keshun for the fade
Gps gotta switch up ya waze
Take a trip to island I'm sipping on lean this ain't heineken
Built this shit up this a dynasty
I need some privacy
Duck off like I hit the lottery
In the new coupe with the prada seats
Drove it right out the jungle I been through a whole lot of summers
They chant when I walk through the tunnel
You Niggas is puppies I'm the big dawg need a muzzle
I stay with that tech lm in Lubbock
And they claim that they love ya But some of here for the money
Go ghost on em my feelings haunted
We eat Benihana's we rocking out like we nirvana
They sleep on me get the pajama's
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Woods
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