The Vision lyrics

[Intro - Trademark Da Skydiver]
Yeah
Nothing less than success
Will be accepted
Take this come-up sh*t serious
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Yo

[Verse 1 - Trademark Da Skydiver]
Lames talk a lot of sh*t but I ain't tryin to hear that
I'm focused on my money and my high, b*tch where the weed at
Trademark, I be that, n*gga I know you see that
I stay up on my hustle like I'm flippin (pitch?) in G-packs
I'm in the stu', hollerin' it down call it 'D' raps
Put diamonds on my wrist, just to see them hoes react
Still anxious for the paper man don't make the villain relapse
It's been a long race finally on my victory lap, uh
They hate to see a real n*gga with it
Only lames get offended when they see a player winnin'
Put myself in this position, self-sufficient since the beginning
One of the realest n*ggas in it, b*tch I'm on and I ain't finished
I'm coming for the riches, I need it all though
Will accept nothing less than success y'all know
What it is and what it ain't smoking good on my way to the bank
Sitting low, smell that stink? I'm bout to blow, f*ck what you think
You know
[Chorus - Young Roddy]
But it's money over b*tches, I need it all, though
Will accept nothing less than success, y'all know
And I'm coming for the riches, I need it all though
Will accept nothing less than success, y'all know
But it's money over b*tches I need it all though
Will accept nothing less than success, y'all know
And I'm coming for the riches, I need it all though
Will accept nothing less than success, y'all know

[Verse 2 - Young Roddy]
That money and my bank account that money in my denims
My money in my ? account, the money on my mental
Try to bounce back but feel flat the ground zero
But never will I quit I get back up and try again
Yeah the game told me that 'cause that's that sh*t that I was raised on
I pray that I get on that and I stay on
And I could care less I give a f*ck about what they on
I'm on some other sh*t, couple steps away from rich, real sh*t
I got a vision to get all my n*ggas out that prison
I got a sister she told me stop calling woman b*tches
I tried to be the system they told me I sound ridiculous
So f*ck 'em they hate to see a n*gga come from nothing
And they kill em they hate to see your n*gga like me buzzin'
I'm on bubble, but all the good girls tell me I'm trouble
But I am though, but all the bad b*tches say they love me
On the real though, literally them bad b*tches love me
[Chorus - Young Roddy]
But it's money over b*tches, I need it all, though
Will accept nothing less than success, y'all know
And I'm coming for the riches, I need it all though
Will accept nothing less than success, y'all know
But it's money over b*tches I need it all though
Will accept nothing less than success, y'all know
And I'm coming for the riches, I need it all though
Will accept nothing less than success, y'all know