Boldy James, Real Bad Man - Seeing Visions lyrics
[Boldy James, Real Bad Man - Seeing Visions lyrics]
This weed got me on that trippy shit
A nigga wiggin' off a trippy stick
Where we at?
Fully bang Cabana, bust down 42s
Did my thing at Juliana
Should've went to boarding school
'Cause I moved to Oregon
Channel checking for the news
Touched more keys than a piano
I can make an organ move
Still double downed on that deuce
Put a seven on it
Thought that this was that but this
That shit them niggas never wanted
Me and Chuck cut it and them
Gang members you run behind
Closest thing that I got to some
Brothers when it come to mine
Me and Shaw gon' kill for one another
That's just how we rock
Drop a scale with this mop stick
Get you molly-wopped
Rep the Hell Block and Six Mile
Cuzzo from the Clear
Grew up on East Warren in
That concrete jungle gym real mafia
What else? Niggas know what's up with them
Hokum Block back to McClair
They knew not to fuck with him
Smoked a couple niggas boots
That's the thing about Lil Mooch
I'm act a Damian Lillard
These niggas I'm quick to sho-
I'm just tryna catch a rhythm
Tripping off of these trippy snacks
I'm seeing visions i'm seeing visions
I'm just tryna catch a rhythm
Tripping off of these trippy snacks
I'm seeing visions i'm seeing visions
All I have, all I have
All I have is memories
Rich as dog shit, real slum dog millionaire
Came up on warrants from great
Influence off of Belvedere
Went to Chandler Elementary first
Through fourth grade
Low-cut fade, black suede, number four J's
All white buffies got these whores
Wanna suck me dry richest rich kid
40 pointers covering my eyes
Cookin' up a pot while them ghetto
Birds hover in the sky
I been hustling and thuggin' all my life
On the mob
My black through a couple hundred in a night
If they try to green light us
We gon' run the red light
And park a nigga shit, hock
A loogie with the carbon, let it rip
Glicko with the switch
Leave a nigga carcass with the stich
From Van Dyke and Harper to the Six
This shit on the floor like it
Ain't no carpet in this biz
Sorry I was trappin'
Me and Francoise we legit aaron Rodgers
I don't need no shoulder
Harness for the strig
I'm just tryna catch a rhythm
Tripping off of these trippy snacks
I'm seeing visions
I'm seeing visions, let's get it
I'm just tryna catch a rhythm
Tripping off of these trippy snacks
I'm seeing visions
I'm seeing visions (Let's get it)
All I have, all I have
All I have is memories memories of you
A nigga wiggin' off a trippy stick
Where we at?
Fully bang Cabana, bust down 42s
Did my thing at Juliana
Should've went to boarding school
'Cause I moved to Oregon
Channel checking for the news
Touched more keys than a piano
I can make an organ move
Still double downed on that deuce
Put a seven on it
Thought that this was that but this
That shit them niggas never wanted
Me and Chuck cut it and them
Gang members you run behind
Closest thing that I got to some
Brothers when it come to mine
Me and Shaw gon' kill for one another
That's just how we rock
Drop a scale with this mop stick
Get you molly-wopped
Rep the Hell Block and Six Mile
Cuzzo from the Clear
Grew up on East Warren in
That concrete jungle gym real mafia
What else? Niggas know what's up with them
Hokum Block back to McClair
They knew not to fuck with him
Smoked a couple niggas boots
That's the thing about Lil Mooch
I'm act a Damian Lillard
These niggas I'm quick to sho-
I'm just tryna catch a rhythm
Tripping off of these trippy snacks
I'm seeing visions i'm seeing visions
I'm just tryna catch a rhythm
Tripping off of these trippy snacks
I'm seeing visions i'm seeing visions
All I have, all I have
All I have is memories
Rich as dog shit, real slum dog millionaire
Came up on warrants from great
Influence off of Belvedere
Went to Chandler Elementary first
Through fourth grade
Low-cut fade, black suede, number four J's
All white buffies got these whores
Wanna suck me dry richest rich kid
40 pointers covering my eyes
Cookin' up a pot while them ghetto
Birds hover in the sky
I been hustling and thuggin' all my life
On the mob
My black through a couple hundred in a night
If they try to green light us
We gon' run the red light
And park a nigga shit, hock
A loogie with the carbon, let it rip
Glicko with the switch
Leave a nigga carcass with the stich
From Van Dyke and Harper to the Six
This shit on the floor like it
Ain't no carpet in this biz
Sorry I was trappin'
Me and Francoise we legit aaron Rodgers
I don't need no shoulder
Harness for the strig
I'm just tryna catch a rhythm
Tripping off of these trippy snacks
I'm seeing visions
I'm seeing visions, let's get it
I'm just tryna catch a rhythm
Tripping off of these trippy snacks
I'm seeing visions
I'm seeing visions (Let's get it)
All I have, all I have
All I have is memories memories of you