[Intro] 2-6, Fayettenam Carolina, Southeast sh** It's a Carolina thing, from the 'Ville to the QC All my n***as on Bragg, Bunce Road, to The Murk, Greensboro, Bonnie Doone Eutaw, Winston, Cliffdale, Durham Cole World [Verse 1] Visions of home, the streets that I roam, it's been awhile Raise me like the father I never had, I'm still your child And though I've grown in ways that you've never known I've ventured into the world, I've moved out all on my own I'm doing this all for you, I hate to leave you alone Seen sh** you wouldn't believe, I write em down in these poems And put them out for the world, I know you listening too Heard you saying sh** about me I hope the sh** isn't true Man look at the sh** I came from, this narrow point of view How you hatin' on a n***a that wanted it more than you? I ran through them spots with you and f**ed the same b**hes too And just because I ride with you, I scrap with them n***as too Came back for them n***as too, ain't no trappin n***a, it's true Yet they play me on repeat because I rap for them n***as too See I started with nothing but pa**ion and then I blew To the Roc, damn the tops a spectacular f**ing view [Bridge] Visions of home, visions of home Visions of home, visions of home [Verse 2] Yeah, visions of home, this is my zone This is my joy, this is my pain, this is my song This for my cousin Ricky damn n***a it's been too long Hate that my n***a Smitty slangin' but to each his own Gotta feed yo' self, smoke a little weed just to ease yourself f** the whole world, I don't need your help You're the reason why momma had those rocks All my n***as never even had no pops Remember that? Ya remember that? If ya don't, double back Momma found a much better crib on a safe street But I'm still where the trouble at, where the trouble at? That's ‘cause my folks there, what it look like if I don't go there? I'm dead wrong, it's been way too long, long My folks there, what it look like if I don't go there? I'm dead wrong, it's been way too long Visions of home