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letra de vision - jay corleone

[intro: jay corleone & sample]
“watch me disappear”
mic check, mic check, shoutout all my..
look, simple as this
-clears throat-

[verse 1: jay corleone]
play checkers with records, i’m, moving to win
they say i’m at it again & with a stroke of a pen
i write a bar for your speakers
these people sitting on benches but telling me how to ball
i’m like kobe in the fourth, you shaq and can’t shoot
my vision, get loot
wishin’ on stars that a youngin’ see shoot
used to study others & jock flows, rap bout’ hoes & clothes & tricks & cash and sh-t
that i didn’t have
decided not to falsely brag, cause’ that’s what held me back
now i’m back with a track, got em’ hooked like crack
and i spit like a mac, clips, in a backpack, better duck or get wacked
head cracked, body on the mat
investigation show that, six bullets went to the back, 2 more then that’s when he hit the floor
this not apart of my vision, just thought, seen, and listened
i seen water, whipped in the kitchen
big boys ordering chickens, that’s the trapper vision
but not the life that i’m livin’ or even..

[verse 2: jay corleone]
a mastermind, mastering, making a living, sinning but hoping on winnin’
to get the bread, that’s the vision
i see it clearly, no lenses, could rearrange the kid focus
focused on cheddar, that’s dollars, could probably be a scholar
but hating school so it’s never, clever to be, what you would never want to be
being me is impossible
unless you’re 14, unstoppable
getting near unthinkable, unbelievable, a black kid this age of, mine could flow
harder than older artists
and guess what i’m barely starting
starting to think a lot
focused on future and the things that i’m tryna’ cop
like them people with badges, a rapper spreading to m-sses, my presence gaining so m-ssive
and the sk!ll, man i bet i surp-ss this
with time & effort, every record i drop needs to pop, like bubble wrap
in a package, sent straight from dad
get it?
no, then oh, well, well, too sad, oh bad
i’m grabbing a trashbag & taking rappers out, now they’re literally trash
laugh at, haters for hating
money i’ll be soon making
and every song that i’m making
has diction hotter than satan
and the people debating
do i have talent to make it?
i got emotion to spill, like a drink full of tears
that i done cried over years(repeats)

- jay corleone

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