A.G. MostDope - Visionary Music (Prod. By GeneralBeats) lyrics

Verse 1: I've been the f**ing man for the longest time Till the finish line, stay up on my grind Crazy when your dreams be the reason you stay up at night But ain't no sleepin' when your mind stay on the move Grades was droppin' in my cla**es Writin' verses during school Went from honor-roll to f** it f** a test and f** a luncheon Never trippin', I ain't budging f** a muhf**in' budget Tryna move into the city Keep my lady looking pretty Fly my mama, dad, and brother out whenever just to visit Take them all around the hem Keep that paper coming steady Buy Bugatti's, Lamborghini's Pretty soon they'll wanna be me, nah I'm teasin' Just tryna hang a banner from the ceiling And put on for my team, just to show I really mean it Then blow a couple G's for no got damn reason On a level way above em', so these haters can't reach me, nah So these haters can't reach me I'm just tryna change my scene up Living life just like a movie, was sup Interlude: (Talking) I told y'all I be up on some new sh** man Oh and "The Follow Up" mixtape out now Make sure y'all go onto my twitter At AGismostdope Go in my description Click the link And hit the f**in' download bu*ton Know what I'm talking 'bout? It's been a long time coming But I promise you we gon' make it to the top That's real Verse 2: Skyline in my vision, from Chicago now to DC Remember just a week ago was handing out my CD Now my mixtape dropped, prayed to God that I'd be poppin' But still ain't sh** change, man ain't a f**in' label call me Peers be asking for a shoutout, or a verse on the tape But where were y'all when I could barely get my song ten plays? But see, now I get a few, almost thought I had a crew But now I got a couple fans, Bryce sayin' I'ma be the man Remember bumping to my sh** up in that pathfinder Got Noah driving around, Jamar sitting behind us Way before I had my license boy I still had drive I got my a** up on a flight the time I'm writing this rhyme Would write sh** up on vacation, writing at the train station Despite my location still displayed my dedication to the game Ain't worried 'bout the fame like you lames But I'd lying if I said I won't worried 'bout my pay Or my cake, like a chubby boy staring at his plate At the dinner table late, haven't eaten like in days Tryna piece together the puzzle from under the rubble Currently I be undercover, to these wack motherf**ers Make way, tryna ball like every day my pay day See homie every verse bomb, it's like this sh** was D-Day That's why every verse cla**ic, this sh** on replay Just listen as I reminisce, scroll through memory lane, wa**up