The Vision (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse]
Look, they don't wanna see me winnin' at all
They don't wanna see my crooked smile grinnin' at all
They don't want me in Bal Harbour spendin' ten in the mall
Got hit with a few shells but they ain't finish me off
Paralyzed a n*gga face up and twisted my jaw
I'm still the illest, still killin', still spittin' the raw
Write about the sh*t I did or the sh*t that I saw
I was really in the streets, you ain't live it at all
You ain't never come to the hood, you ain't visit at all
You ain't have to say rest in peace 'cause your n*gga was gone
Only time you bust your gun is when you get on a song
I got the scope on the rifle I can hit 'em from long
Yeah, Westside said, "keep killin' 'em, I employ you
Kill everything and make it hard for them to ignore you"
Listen to New York radio, bet the sh*t bore you
They playin' all the corny n*ggas like the sh*t normal
It's crazy, n*ggas can paint they nails
n*ggas dress like b*tches and the sh*t still sells
Beads in they dreads and dyin they hair colours
I hit you with this gauge, you fly in the air, f*cker
I'm from a city where you die if you stare, f*cker
I'ma be rider until I get the chair, f*ck it
Wrist watches glisten
I learn from OGs, instead of runnin' my mouth
I would just sit watch and listen
I quick pop the clip in
And we get the sh*t poppin'
And get to clippin' n*ggas like Chris, Doc and Griffin
You get hit in your top 'til your sh*t drop in liquid, uhh
A straight hollow hit your b*tch top and lift it
Griselda by Fashion Rebels, b*tch I'm a misfit
The streets say I remind 'em of Chris Wallace mix with
Sean Price and Sigel, my sh*t polished listen
The jewels in every bar you just gotta listen
My family never had sh*t, I switched our condition
I'm 'bout to get my momma a big pot to p*ss in
Used to get the yay' and use the big pot to whip it
Ziplock it, then I use my b*tch pot to pitch it, haha