[Intro]
My vision, my vision
I'm focused, I'm focused, my vision
Vision
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
I be having visions, I be praying more than wishing
You be talking more than listen, n*gga, you don't really get it
I be having visions of my whole team winning
n*gga, I be having visions
Hundred million dollar business
n*gga, I be having visions, middle finger to the critics
They can never stop my vision
n*gga, I be having visions
[Verse 1]
I be having visions upgrade the way I'm living
Gotta get it how I'm living, n*gga I be having visions
Not moved by the women
More concerned bout percentage, I push it to the limit
Stupid n*ggas just don't get it
I pop up on you when it's finished
Don't be looking all suspicious
[?] now you just a weird n*gga
So let me tell you 'bout my vision
[Pre-Chorus]
All I see is real sh*t, all I see is progress
If you with that fake sh*t, then I'ma have to digress
You n*ggas on some lost sh*t, you n*ggas is a hot mess
Sit back and watch this greatness, and please respect the process
[Chorus]
I be having visions, I be praying more than wishing
You be talking more than listen, n*gga, you don't really get it
I be having visions of my whole team winning
n*gga, I be having visions
Hundred million dollar business
n*gga, I be having visions, middle finger to the critics
They can never stop my vision
n*gga, I be having visions
[Verse 2]
I be having visions like everyday Christmas
No more selling work, no more trynna flip a scripture
No more all my n*ggas in that prison
Hit all of my n*ggas with a million
Extra hundred bands for the ones who got children
Got a vision put my momma in position
Never have to work again momma can you vision just chilling
Just know that your boy on a mission
[Pre-Chorus]
All I see is real sh*t, all I see is progress
If you with that fake sh*t, then I'ma have to digress
You n*ggas on some lost sh*t, you n*ggas is a hot mess
Sit back and watch this greatness, and please respect the process
[Chorus]
I be having visions like everyday Christmas
No more selling work, no more trynna flip a scripture
No more all my n*ggas in that prison
Hit all of my n*ggas with a million
Extra hundred bands for the ones who got children
Got a vision put my momma in position
Never have to work again momma can you vision just chilling
Just know that your boy on a mission