VISUALISING AND ENTERPRISING Lyrics

My friends, there's a revolution coming

When mankind discovers who we are, what we can do

each of us will face a choice

Be enslaved, or rise up to rule

Choose freely, but know that if you are not with us

then by definition you are against us

So, you can stay and fight for the people who hate and fear you

Or you can join me and live like kings and queens

Adapt to this

Got my eyes on the brands

We gon' call this mixtape

Supply and demand, I said

What we visualize is materializing

And they just realizing why we enterprising

They gon' keep seeking meaning

We gon' keep rising while they fantasizing

We strategizing

Lowest living quarter to the final judgment

Patent and publishing

Establishing a budget

Rap about some other shit

Any negative feedback, punish it

Choke it out and smother it

Just to have y'all loving it

Stay in the lane, man

If you can't go to speed

Meeting titans indeed

Demons with their eyes on the greed

Wishing angels would supply what they need

But that is not the life of the sea

Growing out of the concrete

Feeding for apocalypse

We swore to life, run my feet

Money longer than old bicycle beds

We've been living the road life for years

Of suffering the suckers with the welcome mat

Hit them so hard in the mouth

You gon' need help to help them back

Told them get up out the hood

Lick on they house with the help from pack

Tell them to relax and hell them a sack

Let's go over the details of the yak

Here's some shows of the gat

You see a cop, some bands, and cop beat my conversation

And the cops are bending

Tell them it's crack

Hell of a flow

Hell of a track

I do it for real here

Just to tell them they wack

Bet you half of that shit you listen to

You wish you could sell them back like Cubs, man

What the hell was that

Spit it while I live it

You need green oxygen

White chick with them scripts

Say she got oxygen

Pray that I'm immortalized forever in God's museum

At the downhill rocking in a pile of gems

Here's what they grandparents talk about

Look, look, look

Grandpa, you see him getting close

Never lose my legacy

I keep my common sense even when I got the treasury

Y'all know why I stay fly

Like a satellite, we ain't eating light

Y'all ain't got the same appetite

Had to go solo

Other artists wasn't rapping like

No script to follow so we can never act alike

Look at all the mic

Pick the mic

I pick the victim right

This is a venomous bite

Heard your girl left cause y'all wasn't living right

You picture Nicks at night while she watching Nick at night

Giving a slip of light

Chilling with the stripper tight

She's saying that she'll get you right

If you get her to wipe

Meaning she'll let you give her the pipe

If she can hit the pipe

We all wanna be fly

She on a different flight

Matter of fact, a different airline

So you smoking dro with a hairline

Coming up with rare rhymes

Better get you some air time

Through love I'm a still sharing man

Just to kill some spare time

Loads can't bounce to the drought

Where these other niggas with their grind

Yeah

Come on man

Come on

What is it

They demand more

Alright

All the shells need baggies

The skills need batteries

The hell trees automatically need shells when these rapping

Tell me there's a tragedy

Hit you with that angus and that agony

The type that calls you a catastrophe

Down with the most high

Exactly where my standards be

Bad ladies keep asking me out

The apple be sexy

Make niggas wanna tackle me

Talk a lot of shit you know

How'd all them assholes be

I'm in in-school suspension

I ain't in class with me

We digitally trappin' D

Y'all in fixin' situations like cap and V's

People fight cancer

Y'all wanna battle me

I'm trying to end world hunger

At least you're legend

Try to take over the summer

We rollin' like drummers always would

Like lumber

Y'all couldn't stop me then

Can't stop me now

No matter how hard you try

You can't keep me down

Brought me tooth on this journey for me to stop here

Swear this is my season

Yeah, this is my year

Said this is my day

Make history

Or y'all can sit and listen to history

Ballin' out like it's meant for me

Swear Lord be the truth to unsolved mysteries

Huh, huh, yeah

Come on

I'm giving them doses of doneness

Yeah

Come on, man

Let's rule the brokenness and get focused, y'all

Supply and demand

Whatever they're demanding, supply that

And get your money, man

That's how it gets down over here

So I ain't telling you to be a drug dealer

Just get your money, man

Do something

Sitting around broke, man

They said the money got younger because being broke got old