Quadeca - Tunnel Vision (Freestyle) lyrics

Yeah, stop it, rappers, they
Filling they pockets
Don't give a shit about profit's
That's why I'm honest
That's why my lyrics the hardest, and, bitch
 you will fear 'em regardless
I'm on a mission, they not gonna listen
But wantin' this shit since a
Kid was an infant
And fuck my own music, this the new edition
I'm schoolin' these rappers, they
Pay me tuition, woah
Give a fuck about opinions, the comment
Took you thirty minutes, so
Who's really winning?
Lyricism with precision
I'll murder this beat
'til my pen is a witness, woah
Woah, a picture's worth a thousand words, so
This is worth a thousand pictures, oh
Oh, gimme the images, I'll put
An end to this
I don't need Kanye to finish this
Eight year old watching porn
For the first time
Destroying your innocence (What? Ha ha haha)
If you say you can out rap me
There's gonna have to be an incident (yeah)
I'ma have to go block you out of my life
Like Trump and some immigrants (Ayy)
When I get up on the mic
They say this shit is magnificent
Really, this isn't shit
Rap-game Jehovah's Witness
Knocking on the game store (Hoo)
Elevated to get on my same floor
Made money while I make more
Two bitching while I take four
That's just the shit I've been made for
(yeah! yeah)
I ain't never heard of second place, that's
Just the shit I've been raised for, damn
(yeah) yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy)

Swear, that they don't wanna see you winning
(Ha ha ha)
And I'ma 'bout to do this for a century
I'm waiting 'til these bitches
Start to listen
They really need to get they own identity
(yeah)
And I know that I got a big decision (yeah)
But I don't ever get it, hold my empathy
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
For me, I'm looking with my tunnel vision
And I just want the people to remember me ()

They wanna see me go global
So people wanna watch the world burn
Only sixteen, got some big dreams
You live life on your girl's terms
Teaching lessons 'til the world
Learns, you being second, it is clear to me
I'm just waiting for the minute that one
Of these bitches coming at me lyrically
Motherfucker, I'm ahead of ya, y'all
Need to cut it, like a editor
I ain't tryna fake-flex money, bitches, weed
And all of the et cetera
Your career's already dead to us
And my opinion ain't dead enough
Tell me why your numbers
Like erectile dysfunction
Can't seem to get it up?
Motherfuckers say I'm lightweight
'cause I don't waste the shit on my plate
One day, Anthony Fantano will say
"Strong seven to a light eight"
They be saying that I clickbait, okay
You's a bit late
Funny how they try to diss me
Then hit me up to try
And check out they mixtape
Jolie to the Angelina
Your lyrics tired like anesthesia
Oh damn, man, I can't believe ya
You need to get your own damn ideas
Tunnel vision, word to Kodak
All my skills, man, i'm so stacked
Freestyle, I don't hold backs, and now
Everybody know that yeah

Swear, that they don't wanna see you winning
And I'ma 'bout to do this for a century
I'm waiting 'til these bitches
Start to listen
They really need to get they own identity
And I know that I got a big decision
But I don't ever get it, hold my empathy
For me, I'm looking with my tunnel vision
And I just want the people to remember me