[Verse 1]
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Visions of home, the streets that I roam, it’s been awhile
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Raise me like the father I never had, I’m still your child
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And though I’ve grown in ways that you’ve never known
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I’ve ventured into the world, I’ve moved out all on my own
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I’m doing this all for you, I hate to leave you alone
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Seen shit you wouldn’t believe, I write em down in these poems
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And put them out for the world, I know you listening too
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Heard you saying shit about me I hope the shit isn’t true
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Man look at the shit I came from, this narrow point of view
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How you hatin’ on a nigga that wanted it more than you?
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I ran through them spots with you and fucked the same bitches too
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And just because I ride with you, I scrap with them niggas too
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Came back for them niggas too, ain’t no trappin nigga, it’s true
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Yet they play me on repeat because I rap for them niggas too
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See I started with nothing but passion and then I blew
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To the Roc, damn the tops a spectacular fucking view
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Visions of home
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Visions of home [x3]
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[Verse 2]
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Yeah, visions of home, this is my zone
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This is my joy, this is my pain, this is my song
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This for my cousin Ricky damn nigga it’s been too long
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Hate that my nigga Smitty slangin’ but to each his own
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Gotta feed yo’ self, smoke a little weed just to ease yourself
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Fuck the whole world, I don’t need your help
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You’re the reason momma had those rocks
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All my niggas never even had no pops
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Remember that? Ya remember that?
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If ya don’t, double back
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Momma found a much better crib on a safe street
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But I’m still where the trouble at, where the trouble at?
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That’s ‘cause my flows there, what it look like if I don’t go there?
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I’m dead wrong, it’s been way too long, long
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My folks there, what it look like if I don’t go there?
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I’m dead wrong, it’s been way too long
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Visions of home
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Visions Of Home
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| J. Cole |
