Jay Corleone - Vision lyrics

[Intro: Jay Corleone & Sample] "Watch me disappear" Mic check, Mic check, Shoutout all my.. Look, simple as this *clears throat* [Verse 1: Jay Corleone] Play checkers with records, I'm, moving to win They say i'm at it again & with a stroke of a pen I write a bar for your speakers These people sitting on benches but telling me how to ball I'm like Kobe in the fourth, You Shaq and can't shoot My vision, get loot Wishin' on stars that a youngin' see shoot Used to study others & jock flows, rap bout' hoes & clothes & tricks & cash and sh** That I didn't have Decided not to falsely brag, Cause' that's what held me back Now i'm back with a track, Got em' hooked like crack And I spit like a Mac, clips, in a backpack, better duck or get wacked Head cracked, body on the mat Investigation show that, Six bullets went to the back, 2 more then that's when he hit the floor This not apart of my vision, just thought, seen, and listened I seen water, whipped in the kitchen Big boys ordering chickens, That's the trapper vision But not the life that i'm livin' or even.. [Verse 2: Jay Corleone] A mastermind, mastering, making a living, sinning but hoping on winnin' To get the bread, that's the vision I see it clearly, No lenses, could rearrange the kid focus Focused on cheddar, that's dollars, could probably be a scholar But hating school so it's never, clever to be, what you would never want to be Being me is impossible Unless you're 14, unstoppable Getting near unthinkable, unbelievable, a black kid this age of, mine could flow Harder than older artists And guess what i'm barely starting Starting to think a lot Focused on future and the things that i'm tryna' cop Like them people with badges, A rapper spreading to ma**es, My presence gaining so ma**ive And the sk**, MAN I BET I SURPASS THIS With time & effort, every record I drop needs to pop, Like bubble wrap In a package, sent straight from dad Get it? No, then oh, well, well, too sad, oh bad I'm grabbing a trashbag & taking rappers out, now they're literally trash Laugh at, haters for hating Money i'll be soon making And every song that i'm making Has diction hotter than satan And the people debating Do i have talent to make it? I got emotion to spill, like a drink full of tears That I done cried over years(repeats)