Tunnel Vision

Tunnel vision, I don’t see no opponents
Money, Power, Respect, like I was Tony
In Ruth’s Chris eating lots of macaroni
Still ain’t funny, nigga
I ain’t with the joning
I ain’t had no, had to hang on the corner
Block too hot, I ain’t talking about summer
Niggas ain’t real no more, no wonder
They tryna be us, stupid
Better join us
I was just broke now I’m rocking 40 pointers
Saving my size at Louis, got appointments
Knock it out the park when I hit that pussy
I’m riding around listening to Lil Boosie
Hit 'em in the back, the chopper masseuse him
in the morning like roosters
Niggas don’t trap or rob and they ain’t got no job, so niggas gon' turn into
boosters
Started in the trap and I knew I would make it
Niggas been pussy, ain’t new to the hating
He think he a bully but I got some bullets
Thanking Allah that I made it out juggin'
Thought I would fall off, I’m busting their bubble
If I ain’t know nothing I know how to hustle
All of my cars fast, burning out rubber
I must’ve been high if I told her I loved her
I want to feel it, I took off the rubber
I know I’m filthy, I came out the gutter
Too many whips, I don’t know, I’ma shuffle
, they had took something from me
Trapping off Candler, I get that bunking
Get on a plane, they coming
Fuck is the law when you used to have nothing
She gon' throw it back on a Thursday
On a Wednesday I be crushing
I done seen too much, did too much, no matter what I can’t trust 'em
All I hear is gunshots
I cannot sleep
I’m on the narcs
I was tryna steal, got locked
Now I just filled up my whole shopping cart
Plain Jane, that’s a
Rocking Cartier with a broken heart
200 on me
Nigga, I don’t trust nobody
I’m ready for war
Baby mama tried to take my child, still want money, got to take me to court
Sit back, roll a fat blunt, thank God every time I look at the poor
Goddamn, could’ve been fucked up, nigga
In the streets and they thinking I’m locked up
I got the juice, I’m a a goose
Duck duck
Mixing designer, it look like a fruit cup
They was too small, I couldn’t even tie my shoes up
Now in Christian Dior, hallelujah
Old money, I could fuck on a cougar
Step from 'round, you ain’t real, you an intruder
I ain’t pass it, I was thinking 'bout the future
I was splashing in
I was bagging up and shopping with boosters
From the apartments, this shit is ruthless
These niggas be hoes, they acting like groupies
All that capping, I ain’t know what the truth is
I met the truck back and recoup it
Tell you I ain’t did what, is you stupid?