The Vision by TheHxliday Lyrics
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[Intro]
Ayy, do you wanna hear realest shit I ever said?
[?]
'Cause, it's how I really feel
[Chorus]
Swear I'm tired of these n*'s playin' on my career
They better hope I got the headlights on, I hit that n* like a deer
Man, n*'s talkin' all that shit, ha, I don't got no fear
I had to take this shit into my own hands, they wanna disappear
And my management don't listen to me n*, what could make them hear?
I had to tell my label, "Man, I'm finna get this shit poppin' next year"
I had to wipe off of the chalkboard and really make my vision clear
I want some Louie V, bеlts, Gucci shoes, I don't shop at Sears
[Verse 1]
Hoes insidе inside my crib and had to tell 'em, "Get out"
I said, "Bitch, why you in my closet? You takin' all my drip out?"
I don't think I meant to sign a deal, somebody tell me how to get out
I swear I think about this shit whenever I'm too high, I trip out
Yeah, my n*'s, they supply me with the drip, shoutout [?]
N*'s really tryna take my sound, I give that bitch the deep throat
I'm just tryna make it out my town and put on for my people
I'm just tryna make it big, get my name know like The Beatles
Bitch, I got every single designer you could think of in my room
I'm just tryna get these n*'s out my way, I sweep 'em with a broom
All these lil n*'s look up to young Hxliday, yeah, I'll never stay true
And if I shoot this bullet from a mile away, n*, it'll still hit you
[Chorus]
Swear I'm tired of these n*'s playin' on my career
They better hope I got the headlights on, I hit that n* like a deer
Man, n*'s talkin' all that shit, ha, I don't got no fear
I had to take this shit into my own hands, they wanna disappear
And my management don't listen to me n*, what could make them hear?
I had to tell my label, "Man, I'm finna get this shit poppin' next year"
I had to wipe off of the chalkboard and really make my vision clear
I want some Louie V, belts, Gucci shoes, I don't shop at Sears
[Verse 2]
Shoutout my lil n* Conor, he really makin' a wave
I hear a new n* tryna take his beats everyday
It got me like, "What the fuck? We didn't even trick"
I gotta get my shit up, then we gon' shit on them n*'s
I'm countin' provolone, American, fuck it, this cheese
It's one of them under ground n*'s bitch, and she on her knees
Funny how these n*'s think they rich, but they [?]
I got my own money in this shit, lil n*, don't worry about me
[Chorus]
Swear I'm tired of these n*'s playin' on my career
They better hope I got the headlights on, I hit that n* like a deer
Man, n*'s talkin' all that shit, ha, I don't got no fear
I had to take this shit into my own hands, they wanna disappear
And my management don't listen to me n*, what could make them hear?
I had to tell my label, "Man, I'm finna get this shit poppin' next year"
I had to wipe off of the chalkboard and really make my vision clear
I want some Louie V, belts, Gucci shoes, I don't shop at Sears
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
That's crazy
That's some real ass shit
On God
[Intro]
Ayy, do you wanna hear realest shit I ever said?
[?]
'Cause, it's how I really feel
[Chorus]
Swear I'm tired of these n*'s playin' on my career
They better hope I got the headlights on, I hit that n* like a deer
Man, n*'s talkin' all that shit, ha, I don't got no fear
I had to take this shit into my own hands, they wanna disappear
And my management don't listen to me n*, what could make them hear?
I had to tell my label, "Man, I'm finna get this shit poppin' next year"
I had to wipe off of the chalkboard and really make my vision clear
I want some Louie V, bеlts, Gucci shoes, I don't shop at Sears
[Verse 1]
Hoes insidе inside my crib and had to tell 'em, "Get out"
I said, "Bitch, why you in my closet? You takin' all my drip out?"
I don't think I meant to sign a deal, somebody tell me how to get out
I swear I think about this shit whenever I'm too high, I trip out
Yeah, my n*'s, they supply me with the drip, shoutout [?]
N*'s really tryna take my sound, I give that bitch the deep throat
I'm just tryna make it out my town and put on for my people
I'm just tryna make it big, get my name know like The Beatles
Bitch, I got every single designer you could think of in my room
I'm just tryna get these n*'s out my way, I sweep 'em with a broom
All these lil n*'s look up to young Hxliday, yeah, I'll never stay true
And if I shoot this bullet from a mile away, n*, it'll still hit you
[Chorus]
Swear I'm tired of these n*'s playin' on my career
They better hope I got the headlights on, I hit that n* like a deer
Man, n*'s talkin' all that shit, ha, I don't got no fear
I had to take this shit into my own hands, they wanna disappear
And my management don't listen to me n*, what could make them hear?
I had to tell my label, "Man, I'm finna get this shit poppin' next year"
I had to wipe off of the chalkboard and really make my vision clear
I want some Louie V, belts, Gucci shoes, I don't shop at Sears
[Verse 2]
Shoutout my lil n* Conor, he really makin' a wave
I hear a new n* tryna take his beats everyday
It got me like, "What the fuck? We didn't even trick"
I gotta get my shit up, then we gon' shit on them n*'s
I'm countin' provolone, American, fuck it, this cheese
It's one of them under ground n*'s bitch, and she on her knees
Funny how these n*'s think they rich, but they [?]
I got my own money in this shit, lil n*, don't worry about me
[Chorus]
Swear I'm tired of these n*'s playin' on my career
They better hope I got the headlights on, I hit that n* like a deer
Man, n*'s talkin' all that shit, ha, I don't got no fear
I had to take this shit into my own hands, they wanna disappear
And my management don't listen to me n*, what could make them hear?
I had to tell my label, "Man, I'm finna get this shit poppin' next year"
I had to wipe off of the chalkboard and really make my vision clear
I want some Louie V, belts, Gucci shoes, I don't shop at Sears
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
That's crazy
That's some real ass shit
On God