Tunnel Vision

Tunnel Vision

Conditioning my mind while it’s here Got the time this season Recipe destiny help design Cooking with bread and cheese That’s fine meaning slim when defined Slim chance of you eating past your prime Fine dining when I eat accompanied with the wine That’s fire the pot hot flavor hit every time Yea the pot stay hot like a spliff before I Let the shit hit my lips filter tip for the grime Ain’t’ put in on this man so you wouldn’t understand Writing at 12 years old that’s longer than 12 years Scribbling if you care then realize I ain’t’ care If I’m lying then I’m crying been wiped away all those tears The pharaoh out the ruler can’t measure up what’s the count Higher than half a mountain with double the half amount Of 50 percent aiming at necks would think I missed How I hit the thing under your chest that’s on the left Mine still beating steal beats like I’ve been thieving Bars harder than the teeth in a walrus mouth Flow more than what the reef in What they talking about is me and Having meetings with the team while you feenin’ Biting everything like you teething Mommy home after I eat pass you the dish like go clean this Then take the game like you don’t need this Yeah That’s what the punish meant On some other shit trying to get a mill use my pen as my hunting stick Now they pulling out like they comin’ quick Trying to get my bread they kept on handing me the crumbs and shit Had to learn how to make dough Doing it myself realized it had to bake slow Now I’m on the rise like a cape go Flier than your main hoe Waving high like Mano To a hater only God could judge me and that’s case close Hair right under their nose Ticklin’ their upper lip Mustache a gift so they don’t know what I’m comin’ with On my humble shit already know how my brothers get Michael Buffer shit that let’s get ready to rumble quick If it’s up then I’m hovering overhead yeah I carry-on In my luggage with these bars had to pull them out for convenience It’s deep in my tunnel my vision I gotta peep it Believe it from the tip top to where my feet is Queen if ever you mention the best when speakin’ Bitch

Tunnel Vision

Queenie Lasoul · 1729785600000

Conditioning my mind while it’s here Got the time this season Recipe destiny help design Cooking with bread and cheese That’s fine meaning slim when defined Slim chance of you eating past your prime Fine dining when I eat accompanied with the wine That’s fire the pot hot flavor hit every time Yea the pot stay hot like a spliff before I Let the shit hit my lips filter tip for the grime Ain’t’ put in on this man so you wouldn’t understand Writing at 12 years old that’s longer than 12 years Scribbling if you care then realize I ain’t’ care If I’m lying then I’m crying been wiped away all those tears The pharaoh out the ruler can’t measure up what’s the count Higher than half a mountain with double the half amount Of 50 percent aiming at necks would think I missed How I hit the thing under your chest that’s on the left Mine still beating steal beats like I’ve been thieving Bars harder than the teeth in a walrus mouth Flow more than what the reef in What they talking about is me and Having meetings with the team while you feenin’ Biting everything like you teething Mommy home after I eat pass you the dish like go clean this Then take the game like you don’t need this Yeah That’s what the punish meant On some other shit trying to get a mill use my pen as my hunting stick Now they pulling out like they comin’ quick Trying to get my bread they kept on handing me the crumbs and shit Had to learn how to make dough Doing it myself realized it had to bake slow Now I’m on the rise like a cape go Flier than your main hoe Waving high like Mano To a hater only God could judge me and that’s case close Hair right under their nose Ticklin’ their upper lip Mustache a gift so they don’t know what I’m comin’ with On my humble shit already know how my brothers get Michael Buffer shit that let’s get ready to rumble quick If it’s up then I’m hovering overhead yeah I carry-on In my luggage with these bars had to pull them out for convenience It’s deep in my tunnel my vision I gotta peep it Believe it from the tip top to where my feet is Queen if ever you mention the best when speakin’ Bitch

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