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lirik lagu vision blurry - scy jimm

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[intro]
f~ck a n~gga
big scy sh~t, n~gga
sack chasing youngin
t2t, n~gga, trained to trap, what?
yeah (all that, all that)
uh, uh

[chorus]
i was walkin’ ’round here blind, f~cked up, vision blurry
found the booth and now we straight, told mon you ain’t gotta worry
couple years ago my shoes was dirty, still was out here servin’
now it’s fifty racks in a whip, i’m in somethin’ fast, sh~t, i’m swervin’
they say, “jimm, boy, you deserve it,” found a route and it’s been workin’
don’t move wrong, it make me nervous
n~gga play with us, we purgin’
how you havin’ on the ‘net but you broke as f~ck in person?
that’s a trench baby in a ‘cat, you hear this b~tch purrin’

[verse]
i’m tryna get my brothers home, free my n~ggas doin’ bids (on gang)
let a n~gga play with me, lil’ bro gon’ pop his lid (yeah)
whole time i was tryna show these n~ggas i’m him but they ain’t see it
lionhеarted, if it bleed like i bleed, then i don’t [?]
i likе my b~tches bad (yeah), i came up, n~ggas mad (n~ggas mad)
i used to want the ‘vette, but i been lookin’ at that tag
these n~ggas talkin’ foolish, i’m bringin’ real music back
what the f~ck you totin’ that glock for if you ain’t usin’ that?
gemini, i be trippin’, i’m still workin’ on my angle
it wasn’t sh~t inside my closet, now it’s designer clothes on my hanger
and this stick i’m clutchin’ on’ll turn a rapper to a singer
forever chasin’ after that bag, even if i break my ankles (f~ck)
i think i can go a whole week with what i made today
put on for the city, i done made it, b~tch, it’s safe to say
i’m pressure (pressure, n~gga)
we done been in d~mn near every whip except a tesla (on gang)
i wish a n~gga would, i’m movin’ careful with that metal
b~tch, i’m poppin’ like some kettle, young n~gga really from the ghetto
i got lil’ shawty head over heels like some stilettos (on gang)
i’ma be one of the greatest, n~gga, that’s somethin’ we can bet on (n~gga)
if i shoot my shot, it ain’t no missin’, b~tch, i’m dead on
(the f~ck?)
n~gga play, he get a headstone
he was flexin’ all that cheese, blew it, now his bread gone
tell me how you up and you ain’t put your mans on
i ain’t tryna cake, bae, i’m talkin’ money on this d~mn phone
[chorus]
i was walkin’ ’round here blind, f~cked up, vision blurry
found the booth and now we straight, told mon you ain’t gotta worry
couple years ago my shoes was dirty, still was out here servin’
now it’s fifty racks in a whip, i’m in somethin’ fast, sh~t, i’m swervin’
they say, “jimm, boy, you deserve it,” found a route and it’s been workin’
don’t move wrong, it make me nervous
n~gga play with us, we purgin’
how you havin’ on the ‘net but you broke as f~ck in person?
that’s a trench baby in a ‘cat, you hear this b~tch purrin’


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