Tunnel Vision

Lyrics

[Intro] "H-Hol' up, Spiffy on this motherfu-!" [Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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?