Tunnel Vision - Casey Veggies

But at times I remind girls that I don’t give a damn

I said I’m focused

I was 2 feet tall, just scraching on my balls

Thinking that I was a man, but I ain’t understand

My head so high feel the rhymes in my hands

Trying to make it happen for my fam

Cause rapping like a tan

I swear it takes patience

And a lot of dealing with the fakeness

I am tring to erase it

I am gonna take it

To the place niggas don’t think I would make it

Do that even makes sense?

I lace tracks with a feeling that’s ancient

I could see a picture trying to figure how to paint it

When pain hits it’s only little that could fade shit

Me I hit the studio and make hits

Plotting on the payment, life is what you make it

And you niggas ain’t gonna get nowhere hating

I can’t even take this

Dodging all the bullets like I’m walking in the matrix

Los Angeles king just showing y’all the greatness, face it

Damn (damn)

I swear I left and

Now I’m back where I am (am, am, am, owohh)

And stunting and fine girls, keep me in my stance (stance, stance)

But at times I remind girls that I don’t give a damn

I said I’m focused, cause the sky is falling

I was giving attention to things that shouldn’t be mentioned

Now I’m focused on copping shit that’s expensive

Seating in the Bent-lay burnin like incense

Bars like jail time criminal intent

Ball at the right time

This is an invention

Trying to do my thing

Put me on now

Seating in a Range with a Kool-Aid smile

Cool, hey, how the young boy do it like that?

I just retard on raps and go stupid on tracks

I just read all the facts I don’t know how to act

I swear I’m with my shades on in the back

Hov in '09, we fade into black

Get a fade to the back, girls say I’m growing up

But I can care less about a girl I’m blowing up

And I don’t need a girl that need me to do her

I want the chick with a good mind and good heart

And yeah when they ask about the girls I couldn’t curr

I was DTA, cause she be fake

And he just worried about what he can take

Cause she ain’t worried about what he can make

He just worried about what’s up for sake, the cake

The shit that niggas talking about

While I’m chillin I’m my silly city walking it out

And if I walk to the South

They’ll like it cause it’s real and it’s recognized

Unlike y’all shit my life will never die