D/Vision lyrics
Yo, I’m in Atlanta, bruhHit me back, lil’ nigga
Now, elevate my status to “Gucci bag us”Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass usMe and Siri moving steery so that shit don’t matterAnd, yes, them things gon’ flash if you want to act up
Dead ’em from every side of the spectrumHannibal Lecter lecture, body part bone collectorNosy ass hoes get punched in the septumThat’s part of the woes for throwing salt like EpsomPardon my bros, kinda off the rocker and stepsDon’t step, stupid, or you get slept stupidEast side little Route, Zone 6 vetShowin’ respect, a nigga forever in debt, but don’t forget it
Anybody wanna see ’em, I can make ’em a believerAt your neck like Gillette, get you and the nigga next to yaIn present time they sayin’ that I’m the next niggaWoah, woah, that kinda sound like a death trapCan’t see the floor, elevator, where the steps at?James Bond nine, James Harden with the step-backNo D, niggas playin’ foul, where the techs at?That’s cool, wave the .30 ’round, where the TECs at?
Better get back, better get you a jetpack
They shoot where the ref atThey shoot at your jefeThey leavin’ ’em stank like Pepé Le PewThey just put a hole in his PepeI go where the check at, Margiella GorillaThey kill a nigga for a thrill, they feel it now, cool, keep it movin’I won’t be the nigga they taking out, breaking down, face down
As far as these rappers man, these words couldn’t hurt a niggaFar as these rappers, I can’t count on a ninja turtle’s fingerWho really is fucking with the kid, that is J.I.DI am loud, that is mid, I’m a pound, that’s a smidgeI’m a stallion, stout, strong, war ready, resilientGuess the Lord put me in position just to kill niggasA warrior, but words used is my spearMy sword, my fear, my Lord, my chance is void if IDo it for myself and don’t give back to the loyalThe unemployed, all my boys in hereOkay, let’s really make some noise in here
I’m under pressure, smoking pressure, walking in no directionChalk it up to the devil for fucking with my perspectiveToo young to be a witness but old enough for the lessonsSoo Young, got a tucker to fuck with the chief inspectorI bleed just like your favorites, I shit just like the angelsOh shit, I feel a change and a shift in niggas’ thinkin’Like Lute, I got the jugg, I’ma say it’s quite the finagleGet rich and make some babies that’s weirder than Will and Jada’s
But lately, I’ve been blocked up
Lately, I’ve been strugglin’ with ways to get my stock upMe and Venus workin’ on new videos to blockbust and city shows and pop-upsAnd really though I feel as though there’s no bitch I could not fuckNiggas make art and act hard for no OscarBoy, you’re just LeonardoBorn in the life you had to learn to be part ofStill, no deal, still whippin’ the Mazda, but fuck
“Niggas ain’t seein’ you, Venus” shit, and I ain’t seeing meSo many nights at the bottom, swore I was ETMy mama beat me, mo’fuck a degreeI chose both pills, my thoughts 3DAnd often I probably come off so off the deep beatThat a lil’ nigga like me gotta keep at least two or three BPsIn the blunt, they’re off a DP as the rain pops off of these streetAnd the pain pops me another one to the brain
I let the strain do what you can’t, I know it’s hard out tryna reach me, huh
I’m battling addiction, I’m deep in premonitionsI’m clutching on my last dollars, I’m stretching common senseA pressure point a keeper so I question my existenceBe assessing my involvement, second-guessing my deliveryLord, Ezekiel take the wheel, I’m flying in the youngOut of luck, out of hope to fuck upSo motherfuck a time-limit, I’ma take what’s mine, niggaHa- now, elevate my status to “Gucci bag us”Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass usMe and Siri moving steery so that shit don’t matterAnd, yes, them things gon’ flash if you want to act up
Now, elevate my status to “Gucci bag us”Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass usMe and Siri moving steery so that shit don’t matterAnd, yes, them things gon’ flash if you want to act up
If you want to act upIf you want to act upCome, act up