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Shit, you can see us all year, 2020 vision
I ain't competin' with nobody, I'm tryna beat the system
You want the finer things in life, you gotta be consistent
You tryna take the world on, you need a bigger pistol
Even with the flash, don't think they get the picture
Me and Xan' just locked in, bitch, we really niggas
Sandbox in them trenches, we was really in 'em
Everything we talk about, bitch, we really live it
Yeah, let me tell you how we up
The diamonds on my chain, now these hoes can't get enough
Just copped the CLS, bitch, I should've copped the truck
Now I wear designer and don't care, it get a scuff
Fuck I got designer, but I love McQueens
Real street nigga with some sense, I'm what them niggas dream
Bro just dropped like two fours, you think he Kobe Bean
They want my spot, but I'm just chillin' where I'm 'posed to be
Uh, they gon' treat a nigga different when I pull up in that Masi'
Before I had a hit, them people booked me for a homi'
Can't hide behind no tint, I told them niggas they can find me
Consistent with the rap, I had to conversate with Ghazi
I'm really from the streets, I'm what the people need
I'm tryna show my nana different, tryna quit the lean
I'll probably rock the black Forces with Ksubi jeans
And I don't really do the gang, I'm comin' with the team
Shit, you can see us all year, 2020 vision
I ain't competin' with nobody, I'm tryna beat the system
You want the finer things in life, you gotta be consistent
You tryna take the world on, you need a bigger pistol
I say free my brother Fatz, they gave him double life
Dreams of my niggas plottin' keep me up at night
They killed my nigga Double back, it was only right
I really had to put in work, didn't happen overnight
Been road runnin' all year, I'm just tryna beat the system
Keep the dead alive so my niggas know we miss 'em
I had to cut some niggas off 'cause they ain't wanna see the vision
I was movin' on emotions, it was cloudin' my decisions
I had to cut some family off even though I still love 'em
I let some opps breathe even though it's still
And I'm still fuckin' on these hoes even though I can't trust them
These VV diamonds lookin' good, but you know you can't touch 'em
And I can't even sleep, I'm at war with my confidence
Maybe 'cause I been through a lot of shit, dragged through the mud
A lot of money, I don't got a lot of love
Love, love came by that brand new Benz that I drive
I don't need new fake friends inside
You changed
Diamonds on Rollies and Cuban links stay bling
Who are you to judge me and who am I to blame?
(Who are you to judge me and who am I to blame?)