2020 Vision lyrics

by

Young M.A


[Intro]
Sleep Walkin part two
Ayy
(Zombie on the track)
Uh

[Verse]
Straight off the rip, get to the bag
The plan is to triple my cash and sh*t on my past, ayy
Had to put a lock on my heart 'cause the love don't last, uh
Really rich, but I'm humble, but I won't brag, mm
But I just blew 40K on a piece, VV's, freezin'
Sick sh*t, every time I wear it, I'm sneezin', sheesh
2020, gotta level up, increasin', beast
Gotta talk to these lil' dumb n*ggas, preach, I'm preachin'
New money, but I'm gettin' back to my old ways
Still hood, n*gga, still gotta get the chicken wings with the lo mein
Still good when I pull up, clap, clap, RedLyfe, it's a bro thing
Probably with three n*ggas, but when it's war time, it's the whole gang
Take your b*tch, then I f*ck her, she ain't comin' back, homie, it's a sure thing, poor thing
I don't cuff a broke b*tch and I don't cuff a no-name, no
Two-tone Cuban links, white and rosé
Broke n*ggas ain't never been in no banks, y'all really ho-made (pus*y)
Bank account on barcode
Got a long nose, send an opp to the crossroads
Life taught me keep a eye open and my heart closed
Starin' at the bottom of the Hennessy bottle, man, it's a dark hole
Seein' my brother name on that tombstone turned my heart to a charcoal
Life is a b*tch (Uh)
Lil' triflin' b*tch (Lil' triflin' b*tch, hey)
Most of these models be broke, stop hypin' that b*tch, ayy
IG got you out here feelin' yourself
You got likes, but you ain't got no wealth, go get help, b*tch
Independent winning, when I get a check, I ain't never gotta split it (I ain't never gotta split it)
Makin' women fall in love with me, I ain't even gotta hit it (I ain't even gotta)
Most of these rappers be cappers, they fake, I can feel it in my spirit (I can feel it)
Ex still hittin' my line, decline, I don't even wanna hear it (Click)
Chain so loud, I'm deaf now
Wrist on wet towel
They upset now, yeah, uh
Life is such a letdown, so I'm pourin' up whenever I'm stressed out
Drinking most of the bottle, for my dead n*ggas, gotta pour the rest out (Pour it out)
You know I ain't no trickin' n*gga, I'll treat a ho like a stepchild
Amiri jeans with the reptiles with the Diors, it's a flex now (Clean)
Fell in love with the money, got my first mil', now I'm obsessed now
'Bout to do a couple movies out in Hollywood, catch me on the West now
Old friends turn new enemies, hatin', wanna send threats now
Put a price on a n*gga head, he correct now, I collect now
LLC, real estate, I get a check and invest now
Buyin' properties, black Monopoly, no checkers, this chess now
[Outro]
(Zombie on the track)
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