Man
I mean, honestly, thinking back on it, I really came a long way
Sometimes you just gotta look back on it, you feel me?
I'm on my Ross shit on this one
FADED
Check me out, look
Visions of me hoppin' on the city bus (Remember that?)
Driver look me in the eyes and tell me "Divvy up" (Pay up)
Versatility healin' me I can't get enough
Headphones blarin' hoping that these beats give me luck (FADED)
Fast forward, now I'm livin' in another tower (Next one)
Down payment on a whip that got me up and out it (*Skrrt*)
It ain't foreign, but at least it got some muscle power (*Haha*)
Remember waitin' at that stop for like a f*ckin' hour (F*ck!)
Now I dip off whenever I got gas money (*Driving past*)
Government jealous, they takin' tax from me (F*ck y'all)
Might laugh, but this isn't even tad funny (Shut up)
Got divorced and my ex didn't take half from me (Thank God!)
Count-count your blessings faster than you count your fast paper (Forreal)
Cuz they last longer (Yeah)
But all y'all act basic (Basic bitch)
Get some dividends and then they wanna split their friends (The f*ck?)
Circle's smaller even though you touchin' bigger ends
Sip-sip-sippin' on some Burgundy, that's that Pinot Noir (*Muah*)
Fancy life that I be livin' I might need cigars (Light it up)
Break down the Dutch and take the weed up out the jar (Roll it up)
Roll it up and take a puff and then I see Allah
But I believe that I'm my own God (Yeah)
And I ain't smoke this whole year to get my old job (Never that)
Phranchize tells me, "Gotta be your own boss." (Boss up or get bossed around)
I tell em that "I know, but lately I been so lost" (Gone)
He tells me that I'm a 10-million dollar man (Oh yeah?)
The irony, I got 10 million-dollar plans (*Haha*)
But Wells Fargo shows I only got a stack on me (Just a stack)
Life's a roller coaster, feelin' like a crash dummy (*crash*)
Stay down till you come up, but never act bummy (Boss up)
Cuz where the mind goes, the man follows, ask Dubby (Whattup Dubby)
I love seein' my people reach their success lanes (I do)
But I can't lie, it also gives me chest pains (It does)
Start askin' myself like "What they doing different BreeZe?" (What y'all doin'?)
Cuz you know it ain't the work, you be a different breed (I be workin')
At least you try to stay far away from the trigger squeeze (*Gun cock*)
Cuz all these haters be jealous, look what they did to Kyf (*Gunshot*) (R.I.P. Kyfan)
Look what these drugs did to people I grew up with (F*ck)
Locked down in a locked cell and stuck with (Let 'em out)
Commissary money fillin' up empty tummies (Give 'em some bread)
Get set free and realize that they're left with nothin'
I-I-I done had the same conversation ten times (Hey y'all listen up)
Listened to their opinions and I done kept mine (Now I'm not)
I just told em that they gotta stay out this time (Stay out brothers)
Hopin' that they see the vision cuz they been blind (F*ck!)
That drug money and that street life get you paid (It do)
But it also keep you in the system in the shade (It does)
60 minutes out the day that you see sunshine (Whattup)
Every second counts and right now it be crunch time (Huh!)
Ridin' 'round in the street, strapped with the heat
You already know what it is
I got my niggas with me
FADED Gang, Trust Team
Give these other niggas the bid
Cuz we ridin' (Yeah)
Yeah we ridin' (Whattup)
Cuz I got visions of a better life (John Sisco)
God forbid a real nigga end up dead tonight
Hey
I got visions for that better life (I do)
Did so much wrong I need a Xan to go to bed at night (Bed at night)
My bro be in the feds, I hope his head is right (But)
F*ck the Space Jams, I have to make sure his kids is right (Forreal)
If I'm in Cali, I hit up Carlos (Whattup Sisco?)
Make sure them numbers low, he help me hide it in my cargo (I got you dawg)
Only could fit 10, wish I could ship it by the car load (F*ck)
Cuz everything ain't Well over here, f*ck a Fargo (F*ck 'em)
Stare at the mirror, look what this shit did to you (Did to you)
This is for my brothers wearin' prison boots (Prison boots)
I'm out here doin' shit that they ain't get to you (I am)
If you think about all your problems, that'll get to you (Get to you) (Woo!)
And I'm just prayin' for my team
Startin' to realize everything is not a dream (Not a dream)
I never let this money in-between (No, no)
I never let that money in-between (No, no)
I can't fit my pistol in these jeans (In these jeans)
Damn, I need to get some bigger jeans (Bigger jeans)
I told my youngin' that he need to get some bigger dreams
He told me he gon' keep servin' fiends
How can I blame him?
This life did that shit to him (It did)
His girl call him a bum, his wife did that shit to him (She did)
And she won't let him see the kids
So he said "You already know what it is" (What it is)
Ridin' 'round in the street (Damn)
Strapped with the heat
You already know what it is (Yeah)
I got my niggas with me
FADED Gang, Trust Team
Give these other niggas the bid
Cuz we ridin'
Yeah we ridin' (Yeah)
I got visions of a better life
God forbid a real nigga end up dead tonight
Hey
Ah, God forbid
Aw yeah hey
Aw yeah
Cuz I got visions of a better life
God forbid a real nigga end up dead tonight
(Haha)
Faded BreeZie - Visions (feat. Official Phranchize & John Sisco) Lyrics
Faded BreeZie - Visions (feat. Official Phranchize & John Sisco) Lyrics
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Man
I mean, honestly, thinking back on it, I really came a long way
Sometimes you just gotta look back on it, you feel me?
I'm on my Ross shit on this one
FADED
Check me out, look
Visions of me hoppin' on the city bus (Remember that?)
Driver look me in the eyes and tell me "Divvy up" (Pay up)
Versatility healin' me I can't get enough
Headphones blarin' hoping that these beats give me luck (FADED)
Fast forward, now I'm livin' in another tower (Next one)
Down payment on a whip that got me up and out it (*Skrrt*)
It ain't foreign, but at least it got some muscle power (*Haha*)
Remember waitin' at that stop for like a f*ckin' hour (F*ck!)
Now I dip off whenever I got gas money (*Driving past*)
Government jealous, they takin' tax from me (F*ck y'all)
Might laugh, but this isn't even tad funny (Shut up)
Got divorced and my ex didn't take half from me (Thank God!)
Count-count your blessings faster than you count your fast paper (Forreal)
Cuz they last longer (Yeah)
But all y'all act basic (Basic bitch)
Get some dividends and then they wanna split their friends (The f*ck?)
Circle's smaller even though you touchin' bigger ends
Sip-sip-sippin' on some Burgundy, that's that Pinot Noir (*Muah*)
Fancy life that I be livin' I might need cigars (Light it up)
Break down the Dutch and take the weed up out the jar (Roll it up)
Roll it up and take a puff and then I see Allah
But I believe that I'm my own God (Yeah)
And I ain't smoke this whole year to get my old job (Never that)
Phranchize tells me, "Gotta be your own boss." (Boss up or get bossed around)
I tell em that "I know, but lately I been so lost" (Gone)
He tells me that I'm a 10-million dollar man (Oh yeah?)
The irony, I got 10 million-dollar plans (*Haha*)
But Wells Fargo shows I only got a stack on me (Just a stack)
Life's a roller coaster, feelin' like a crash dummy (*crash*)
Stay down till you come up, but never act bummy (Boss up)
Cuz where the mind goes, the man follows, ask Dubby (Whattup Dubby)
I love seein' my people reach their success lanes (I do)
But I can't lie, it also gives me chest pains (It does)
Start askin' myself like "What they doing different BreeZe?" (What y'all doin'?)
Cuz you know it ain't the work, you be a different breed (I be workin')
At least you try to stay far away from the trigger squeeze (*Gun cock*)
Cuz all these haters be jealous, look what they did to Kyf (*Gunshot*) (R.I.P. Kyfan)
Look what these drugs did to people I grew up with (F*ck)
Locked down in a locked cell and stuck with (Let 'em out)
Commissary money fillin' up empty tummies (Give 'em some bread)
Get set free and realize that they're left with nothin'
I-I-I done had the same conversation ten times (Hey y'all listen up)
Listened to their opinions and I done kept mine (Now I'm not)
I just told em that they gotta stay out this time (Stay out brothers)
Hopin' that they see the vision cuz they been blind (F*ck!)
That drug money and that street life get you paid (It do)
But it also keep you in the system in the shade (It does)
60 minutes out the day that you see sunshine (Whattup)
Every second counts and right now it be crunch time (Huh!)
Ridin' 'round in the street, strapped with the heat
You already know what it is
I got my niggas with me
FADED Gang, Trust Team
Give these other niggas the bid
Cuz we ridin' (Yeah)
Yeah we ridin' (Whattup)
Cuz I got visions of a better life (John Sisco)
God forbid a real nigga end up dead tonight
Hey
I got visions for that better life (I do)
Did so much wrong I need a Xan to go to bed at night (Bed at night)
My bro be in the feds, I hope his head is right (But)
F*ck the Space Jams, I have to make sure his kids is right (Forreal)
If I'm in Cali, I hit up Carlos (Whattup Sisco?)
Make sure them numbers low, he help me hide it in my cargo (I got you dawg)
Only could fit 10, wish I could ship it by the car load (F*ck)
Cuz everything ain't Well over here, f*ck a Fargo (F*ck 'em)
Stare at the mirror, look what this shit did to you (Did to you)
This is for my brothers wearin' prison boots (Prison boots)
I'm out here doin' shit that they ain't get to you (I am)
If you think about all your problems, that'll get to you (Get to you) (Woo!)
And I'm just prayin' for my team
Startin' to realize everything is not a dream (Not a dream)
I never let this money in-between (No, no)
I never let that money in-between (No, no)
I can't fit my pistol in these jeans (In these jeans)
Damn, I need to get some bigger jeans (Bigger jeans)
I told my youngin' that he need to get some bigger dreams
He told me he gon' keep servin' fiends
How can I blame him?
This life did that shit to him (It did)
His girl call him a bum, his wife did that shit to him (She did)
And she won't let him see the kids
So he said "You already know what it is" (What it is)
Ridin' 'round in the street (Damn)
Strapped with the heat
You already know what it is (Yeah)
I got my niggas with me
FADED Gang, Trust Team
Give these other niggas the bid
Cuz we ridin'
Yeah we ridin' (Yeah)
I got visions of a better life
God forbid a real nigga end up dead tonight
Hey
Ah, God forbid
Aw yeah hey
Aw yeah
Cuz I got visions of a better life
God forbid a real nigga end up dead tonight
(Haha)
I mean, honestly, thinking back on it, I really came a long way
Sometimes you just gotta look back on it, you feel me?
I'm on my Ross shit on this one
FADED
Check me out, look
Visions of me hoppin' on the city bus (Remember that?)
Driver look me in the eyes and tell me "Divvy up" (Pay up)
Versatility healin' me I can't get enough
Headphones blarin' hoping that these beats give me luck (FADED)
Fast forward, now I'm livin' in another tower (Next one)
Down payment on a whip that got me up and out it (*Skrrt*)
It ain't foreign, but at least it got some muscle power (*Haha*)
Remember waitin' at that stop for like a f*ckin' hour (F*ck!)
Now I dip off whenever I got gas money (*Driving past*)
Government jealous, they takin' tax from me (F*ck y'all)
Might laugh, but this isn't even tad funny (Shut up)
Got divorced and my ex didn't take half from me (Thank God!)
Count-count your blessings faster than you count your fast paper (Forreal)
Cuz they last longer (Yeah)
But all y'all act basic (Basic bitch)
Get some dividends and then they wanna split their friends (The f*ck?)
Circle's smaller even though you touchin' bigger ends
Sip-sip-sippin' on some Burgundy, that's that Pinot Noir (*Muah*)
Fancy life that I be livin' I might need cigars (Light it up)
Break down the Dutch and take the weed up out the jar (Roll it up)
Roll it up and take a puff and then I see Allah
But I believe that I'm my own God (Yeah)
And I ain't smoke this whole year to get my old job (Never that)
Phranchize tells me, "Gotta be your own boss." (Boss up or get bossed around)
I tell em that "I know, but lately I been so lost" (Gone)
He tells me that I'm a 10-million dollar man (Oh yeah?)
The irony, I got 10 million-dollar plans (*Haha*)
But Wells Fargo shows I only got a stack on me (Just a stack)
Life's a roller coaster, feelin' like a crash dummy (*crash*)
Stay down till you come up, but never act bummy (Boss up)
Cuz where the mind goes, the man follows, ask Dubby (Whattup Dubby)
I love seein' my people reach their success lanes (I do)
But I can't lie, it also gives me chest pains (It does)
Start askin' myself like "What they doing different BreeZe?" (What y'all doin'?)
Cuz you know it ain't the work, you be a different breed (I be workin')
At least you try to stay far away from the trigger squeeze (*Gun cock*)
Cuz all these haters be jealous, look what they did to Kyf (*Gunshot*) (R.I.P. Kyfan)
Look what these drugs did to people I grew up with (F*ck)
Locked down in a locked cell and stuck with (Let 'em out)
Commissary money fillin' up empty tummies (Give 'em some bread)
Get set free and realize that they're left with nothin'
I-I-I done had the same conversation ten times (Hey y'all listen up)
Listened to their opinions and I done kept mine (Now I'm not)
I just told em that they gotta stay out this time (Stay out brothers)
Hopin' that they see the vision cuz they been blind (F*ck!)
That drug money and that street life get you paid (It do)
But it also keep you in the system in the shade (It does)
60 minutes out the day that you see sunshine (Whattup)
Every second counts and right now it be crunch time (Huh!)
Ridin' 'round in the street, strapped with the heat
You already know what it is
I got my niggas with me
FADED Gang, Trust Team
Give these other niggas the bid
Cuz we ridin' (Yeah)
Yeah we ridin' (Whattup)
Cuz I got visions of a better life (John Sisco)
God forbid a real nigga end up dead tonight
Hey
I got visions for that better life (I do)
Did so much wrong I need a Xan to go to bed at night (Bed at night)
My bro be in the feds, I hope his head is right (But)
F*ck the Space Jams, I have to make sure his kids is right (Forreal)
If I'm in Cali, I hit up Carlos (Whattup Sisco?)
Make sure them numbers low, he help me hide it in my cargo (I got you dawg)
Only could fit 10, wish I could ship it by the car load (F*ck)
Cuz everything ain't Well over here, f*ck a Fargo (F*ck 'em)
Stare at the mirror, look what this shit did to you (Did to you)
This is for my brothers wearin' prison boots (Prison boots)
I'm out here doin' shit that they ain't get to you (I am)
If you think about all your problems, that'll get to you (Get to you) (Woo!)
And I'm just prayin' for my team
Startin' to realize everything is not a dream (Not a dream)
I never let this money in-between (No, no)
I never let that money in-between (No, no)
I can't fit my pistol in these jeans (In these jeans)
Damn, I need to get some bigger jeans (Bigger jeans)
I told my youngin' that he need to get some bigger dreams
He told me he gon' keep servin' fiends
How can I blame him?
This life did that shit to him (It did)
His girl call him a bum, his wife did that shit to him (She did)
And she won't let him see the kids
So he said "You already know what it is" (What it is)
Ridin' 'round in the street (Damn)
Strapped with the heat
You already know what it is (Yeah)
I got my niggas with me
FADED Gang, Trust Team
Give these other niggas the bid
Cuz we ridin'
Yeah we ridin' (Yeah)
I got visions of a better life
God forbid a real nigga end up dead tonight
Hey
Ah, God forbid
Aw yeah hey
Aw yeah
Cuz I got visions of a better life
God forbid a real nigga end up dead tonight
(Haha)
Writer: Bernard Risco, Carlos Acosta
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid