[Lyric] Vision (KillaTooma)

[Verse 1]
With no vision the people will perish
Without the time, tell me how I going cherish
I want be somewhere burning loud out on a terrace
Distributing this mail, you would think I is Eris, ugh
I went from, “fck high school” to a book fetish
I keep a high I.Q, watch me eat lettuce, watch
In a Rollie Yacht-Master, the sequel, ah hah
Just know the worth and my soul ain’t a equal, never
Killa on the up and that’s straight to the top
I see their faces, they want me to flop
The competition don’t want me to drop, nah
The politicians, they want me to stop, bah
Cause with no vision the people will perish, yeah
The early days, now I bet you would cherish
Grateful that I went from a porch to a terrace
Now I sipping champagne on beaches in Venice

[Chorus 1]
With no vision the people will perish, facts
With no vision the people will perish
With no vision my people will perish, ah hah
I want be somewhere burning loud out on a terrace, yes
With no vision the people will perish, ugh
With no vision the people will perish, yeah
With no vision the people will perish, ah hah
Grateful that I went from a porch to a terrace

[Verse 2]
I see these dudes acting like they innocent, I see them
You niggas carbon copies, while I “innovent” innovate/invent
So if they try to ride the wave, they got to pay the rent, they got to
I see these niggas throwing shade, so I going pitch a tent, ugh
A nigga cage a old soul like the old folks
Who had the standing chariots with the gold spokes
And one stallion, eating like Italians
Didn’t know true love until the time it brought the offspring, Daddy
That’s when I turn to Father, and I ask him, “How?”
The old me I had to cast him out
Through the oppression is all ‘bout progression
I made it sure that I be my profession, yeah
Know with no vision the people will perish
The golden memories, I’m sure you would cherish, ah hah
Be careful with your love and know who your friend is, just know that
Cause ain’t nobody know whenever the end is, nah

[Chorus 3]
With no vision the people will perish, ugh
With no vision the people will perish, yeah
With no vision my people will perish, ah hah
Now we bursting Chandon at meetings in Venice
Believe in what’s true to vision

With no vision the people will perish
With no vision the people will perish
With no vision my people will perish
I want be somewhere burning loud out on a terrace, yes

[Outro]
That’s when I turn to Father, and I ask him, “How?”
The old me I had to cast him out

With no vision my people will perish

Now I watching Zaily play in the pool from the terrace

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy
Daddy