[Verse 1: Steelo Joules]
So lemme tell you what I been on
Zonin' at the Park till the heart beats gone
Feel the spark heat bro
Smooth like butter or the aqueous
Humor for the lens to show
Been lit since growth
But did nobody get to know
I’m in sync with the cosmic glow
Although it pretty feels like a Dyson sphere
Dim for days
Tell me do you hear that hare
Shit is so sickly rare
Now I got a 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
Like I stole some shit
This art, portrayed like Da Vinci’s best
I think you can take a seat
Now that you see that your bars ain’t shit
Y’all been slackin' 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
[Hook: Darryl the Wordsmith]
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

[Verse 2: Jayson Muséta]
Waking up everyday at four-thirty
Meditate for thirty minutes then wake up my kids
Gotta thank Allah for blessin' a n***a
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
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
[Hook: Darryl th3 Wordsmith]
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

[Outro: Jayson Musét]
Waking up everyday at four-thirty
Meditate for thirty minutes then wake up my kids
Gotta thank Allah for blessing a n***a
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