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the new breed - vision lyrics

yeah, yeah yeah

see it’s way different this time around, bought my homie with me

[verse 1]

i tell ’em
sh-t is too insane, thinking how i’ll get a mill off this lil wage
something gotta change, thinking selling heroin and cocaine, put this
sh-t up in ya veins, for the pain, for the pressure. sh-t i
gotta entertain, so this product in the field will remain so much sh-t up on my brain gotta
sell weight cause my heart heavy, trying ball like marbury, already
got it on the low for the low, if the law catch me, hope them muf-cking bars ready, going down
fighting, i’m like tyson ’til they paul bear me, ’til i’m six feet
until then i’m in six rings, trying get like six rings, big dreams
lil -ss city, still it’s dc man that’s shout the homie glizzy, sh-t i’m trying own the city
’til i got buzz up north, over west, in the east and the south like i’m hooping for the grizzlies
’til i’m off the bus and i’m probably sitting pretty, no illuminati but bugati’s ’til i’m 60
went from 50 cents to making sense like 50, went from rubberbands to making bands like diddy, feel me?
dreaming i’m getting closer, beamers and testarossa’s
problem with modern rappers they talking but never focused
showing too much emotion, i only got two emotions
i ain’t even really flexing, i ain’t even really stunting
hol’ up, these rappers ain’t really dope
they ain’t really got what they be claiming, these lil rappers can’t boast
these lil rappers can’t flow, for sho’ they just do it for show, cause they know they sh-t ain’t poppin’
my sh-t h-lla dope so i know that 12 watching, bussing down doors from the burbs to the projects
trying lock me up cause they know i got options, trying tap my phone so you know them lines dropping
at the same time my punchlines is a problem, i’m the only one with the hits like i’m boxing
roy jones jr. still i’d rather move in silence, catch a charge if you the plug so i’m in the socket
having withdrawals cause i’m addicted to deposits, metaphorically got keys like a locksmith, let’s get it poppin’
said i’m out here ducking the federallies
can’t tell me sh-t so what else could these f-cking haters tell me?
they got mac-11’s, i be toting makaveli
i ain’t even really flexing, i ain’t even really stunting, look i
put that sh-t on my heart, i been the sh-t since the start. and i
been dope for a minute i’m getting scoped from the narcs. and this
some sh-t for ya mental, you probably roll it and spark
or you could move that rollie over and inject thru the arm
this the exit

[bridge:]

“than you gotta loop that joint”
loop!
official like i’m ref-ing with a pistol, smiffen wesson man

[verse 2:]

sh-t is really reckless but i never come in second, this my second tape and yet i’m feeling like a legend
since like second grade i was preaching like a reverend, this that gift rap yeah i’m in ya f-cking presence, all y’all
music straight cr-p like i rolled a hunnit sevens, rapping bout false c0ke and toting a 11
let a young thug come approach you with a weapon, you’d probably snitch on em just to get a lighter sentence
trust, trust d-mn you can’t trust a soul
gotta bundle up for summer, streets too f-cking cold
i’m out here in whatever i’m like f-ck it doe
i got it, sh-t i’m bussing doors until the f-cking public know, ’til they know it
my mama pray i don’t turn to tombstone, i
pray i go cop that coupe and no barking but i swear that roof gone, i’m
cut from a different wardrobe, that’s 7 jeans and the new foams, it’s my
time and that’s no hublot, no matter who blow they just lukewarm, to me
my train of thought on a different track than you all, and
my food for thought is a feast compared to ya spoonful, sh-t
my team official, we foul as the line you shoot on
i could for days on this sh-t, i tell sya to get his loop on
[bridge:]

loop!
all i spit is trill,’til it’s karma that they feel, know the bars is h-lla ill

[verse 3]

sh-t is real out here, sh-t is real in the field, lyrical like .40 cal, so we k!ll for thrill
want a mill, plus a mill, ’til i’m chill in brazil, now i’m balling i could probably windmill on shaquille
still, i’m too trill, and a deal ain’t revealed? talking money like a dropped quarter mill for a grill
rock nations like i’m cole from the ville, blow a o, pop a pill, ’til you feel and just… chill
world in my hands, lyrics so pearled you can’t twirl it again, huh?
world in my palms and these scriptures’ll submit ya and that’s word to the psalms
bad motherf-cker and that’s word to ya moms, and i’m crucified and that’s word to the cross
on a day off might skurt to new york, though i’m out of town they be like i heard you the boss, please
new breed, with just a pen and some looseleaf, i
made some deaf people hear me and made some soldiers salute me, i
made some scouts come recruit me, i took a shot with no oozy
that’s h-lla clips this a movie, that’s h-lla clips this a movie, foolie

- vision lyrics

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