New Vision (Radio Edit)
(FLAWLESS)
Making my way
New vision on me, the Cartier glass so I can just block out the shade
I call everybody Lil bitches, 'cause why do they always got something to say?
Try me, get out my face
I'm making my way
Pushing that P like I'm Gunna, these fuck niggas they ain't taking my place
I ain't a robber or killer but I still finesse all the shit that they make
I'm just making my way
Okay, Great
Back in the vibe of the studio, what are we rapping or singing today?
Stay hating, they say I'm biting the sound off of the Migos and Drake
The difference that I don't money or bitches so show all these niggas the wave
But know we don't play
I know all these niggas are capping, I put mine on to just block out they shade
Come try us Lil nigga, my boy like a barber
Got clips that will give you a fade
Talk to me different, all of those times the bitches be jealous of Bae
That was back in the day
Got something to say? Then come over here and just say it to my face
Got so many houses of feelings, I call my mind a mental estate
Medusa's head all on my waist
But I cannot follow the snakes
Making my way
New vision on me, the Cartier glass so I can just block out the shade
I call everybody Lil bitches, 'cause why do they always got something to say?
Try me, get out my face
I'm making my way
Pushing that P like I'm Gunna, these fuck niggas they ain't taking my place
I ain't a robber or killer but I still finesse all the shit that they make
I'm just making my way
Making my way
New vision on me, the Cartier glass so I can just block out the shade
I call everybody Lil bitches, 'cause why do they always got something to say?
Try me, get out my face
I'm making my way
Pushing that P like I'm Gunna, these fuck niggas they ain't taking my place
I ain't a robber or killer but I still finesse all the shit that they make
I'm just making my way
Okay, Great
Back in the vibe of the studio, what are we rapping or singing today?
Stay hating, they say I'm biting the sound off of the Migos and Drake
The difference that I don't money or bitches so show all these niggas the wave
But know we don't play
I know all these niggas are capping, I put mine on to just block out they shade
Come try us Lil nigga, my boy like a barber
Got clips that will give you a fade
Talk to me different, all of those times the bitches be jealous of Bae
That was back in the day
Got something to say? Then come over here and just say it to my face
Got so many houses of feelings, I call my mind a mental estate
Medusa's head all on my waist
But I cannot follow the snakes
Making my way
New vision on me, the Cartier glass so I can just block out the shade
I call everybody Lil bitches, 'cause why do they always got something to say?
Try me, get out my face
I'm making my way
Pushing that P like I'm Gunna, these fuck niggas they ain't taking my place
I ain't a robber or killer but I still finesse all the shit that they make
I'm just making my way
Credits
Writer(s): Terell Ukagba
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