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Royal Hippi3
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Visualise
So lemme tell you what I been on
Zoning at the Park till the heart beats gone
Feel the spark heat bro
Smooth like butter or aqueous humor for the lens to show
Been lit since growth but didn't nobody get to know
I'm in sync with the cosmic glow
Although pretty feels like a Dyson sphere
Dim for days
Tell me do you hear that hare
Shit is so sickly rare
Now I gotta pair of thoughts
Made them with food for thought
And they turn to the living I'm on
Can't wait for for the rains to come
Got a bucket of water that refills itself
I see you struggle to replenish your wealth
It sucks when your mind is in the toilet for days
Can't even help your cause
I give no fucks like a catholic nun
Got a pair of guns
I call them scream and run, I hope you're having fun
Ice cold I retire the fireman
Botched like sugar free candy land
Call me the verbal handyman
I got tools, that got you thinking that I stole some shit
This art, portrayed like Da Vinci's best
I think he can take a seat
Now that you can see that your bars ain't shit
Y'all been slacking for days, this is just a reality check
I don't even need no check
No flex like beings with no arc reflex
Providence got these deities in check
Got my problems contained
I want gold chains, I gotta visualize
Good life, I gotta visualize
Bad wives, I gotta visualize
Good money, Good pussy
Frxn told me a hundred grand he could see it
Royal Hippi3 to the top we could be it
Just visualize your life then you will live it
Just visualize your life then you will live it
Waking up everyday at four-thirty
Meditate for thirty minutes then wake up my kids
Gotta thank Allah for blessing a nigga
I went through tribulations
That put my life in a panic through verbal abyss
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Four babies deep and they all look up to me
Two baby mamas I'm not so friendly
So you should consider staying away from me
Unless you talking about money
To store in my pocket so I could feed all of my kids
That was just a rough mirror
To explain my thoughts about my father's thoughts
Gave me a golden pot to piss in
Doesn't believe me and doesn't give me no mission
I do not want to become that foolish child that had it all given
So welcome back to the life of this old man
Supports his family with that bread and jam
Wakes up early in the morning
And gets me and my siblings ready for school
But before that he prays for thirty minutes
Then comes to my bed and be like
'Time please!'
I do not have no more time for you children
And Allen I told you to stop eating in the room
'Am I your employee?'
That was just one of his favourite phrases
And it never seemed to stop amazing us
The way he was always focused
That's the reason music has to be the only motive
I swear on my scrotum
I'm gonna make it
Even if it takes me a few hundred years
Foot on the pedal to switch up the gear
Visualize success and then make it clear, I am here
I want gold chains, I gotta visualize
Good life, I gotta visualize
Bad wives, I gotta visualize
Good money, Good pussy
Frxn told me a hundred grand he could see it
Royal Hippi3 to the top we could be it
Just visualize your life then you will live it
Just visualize your life then you will live it
Waking up everyday at four-thirty
Meditate for thirty minutes then wake up my kids
Gotta thank Allah for blessing a nigga
I went through tribulations
That put my life in a panic through verbal abyss
Four babies deep and they all look up to me
Two baby mamas I'm not so friendly
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