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2020 vision - justbrandon lyrics

[verse 1: justbrandon]

look, if you not f*ckin with me why would i give a d*mn what you think
grab a gram of dab and a can of butane, then i’m in the city and crusin in the whip with my new thing
hit the mall, then i ball like i’m playin 2k
sayin that they real, but they faker than a toupe, touche
got a problem with bad b*tches cuz i love ’em like 2 chainz
kickin’ sh*t, throwin’ flame, you can call me liu kang
kick it with a b*tch and she ain’t no virgin, yeah she no ain’t no guadalupe
she a freak (ooh!)
ain’t actin different in public she belong to the streets
better not f*ck with the homie cuz he got a stick, got a chopper, armed to the t**th
.45, vietnam m16 style ar 15, leave ’em on the concrete
sleepin’ on me but they be wakin’ up like they tossin’ and turnin’
got ’em all nervous
when i make it in the rap game it ain’t finna be an accident i’mma do it on purpose
way i be missin’ them calls you would think i ain’t paid my bills and they shut off my service
smokin and vibin, reside in the garden, i watch for the serpents they lurkin’
i want the world, chico, and everything in it i know i deserve it
i’m still workin’ for it ain’t makin excuses
growin’ up only role model was tony montana, frank lucas
listen to j. cole and jay z they gave me the blueprint
i tried that sh*t out for myself and i wasn’t surprised that the shoe fit
i’m coming for everything i’mma be ruthless
[chorus]

way that i be peepin’ sh*t got 2020 vision hoe
on my way to greatness and you couldn’t tell me different hoe
gas station ain’t have backwoods so i went to a different sto’
smokin’ all my bud real quick but i sip all my liquor slow

[verse 2]

they didn’t know i could spit so cold (nah)
homie wanna smoke got a zigzag rolled
and i’mma go far, at least that’s what i’m told
cuz i came in the game like i had cheat codes
you can see me going after my goals
but its a marathon so i’m not stressin’ how fast i can go
on the road to riches the path to the platinum and gold
give the man a mic its a wrap for these hoes
make they ass clap i don’t clap for these hoes
before i give a b*tch a ride home i’ll grab a cab for the hoe
way y’all be simpin for b*tches i wish i could say that it’s admirable
but it ain’t
gettin’ real high but get gas for the low got a half in the tank
if you not f*ckin with me, why would i give a d*mn what you think?
and i can’t give a f*ck if i’m puffin a backwood that stuff with 3 grams to the face
chiefin’ on garcia vega, barely open eyelids
said she wanna go somewhere that we can talk in private
so we hotboxed the c*ckpit of my whip
like i was a pilot
the bud was loud and the whip so cloudy i couldn’t see out of the windshield
ran all the bases and slid into home like n0body was playin’ the infield
feelin’ just like jackie robinson, she wanna go for round two so she hopped on top again
tossed off her cardigan
kept it a hundred and told her up front that once we f*ck we ain’t gonna talk again
she said she just wanted d*ck and she don’t got a problem with that
don’t know if she got a man when we first met up i didn’t bother to ask
either way, just the like the ball from new york she be droppin’ that ass
and then beatin’ them cheeks got me winded i’m thinkin’ i might need an oxygen mask
i’m at the top of my class
b*tch, in this rap sh*t i’m valedictorian
give me a minute and i’ll sell out stadiums and auditoriums
takin’ a foreign whip for a spin
got money pourin’ in
[chorus]

- justbrandon lyrics

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