Video Visionary Music de Ag Mostdope 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ag Mostdope - Visionary Music Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I've been the fucking 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 classes
Writin' verses during school
Went from honor-roll to fuck it
Fuck a test and fuck a luncheon
Never trippin', I ain't budging
Fuck a muhfuckin' 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]
I told y'all I be up on some new shit 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 fuckin' download button
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 shit change, man ain't a fuckin' 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 shit 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 ass up on a flight the time I'm writing this rhyme
Would write shit 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 motherfuckers
Make way, tryna ball like every day my pay day
See homie every verse bomb, it's like this shit was D-Day
That's why every verse classic, this shit on replay
Just listen as I reminisce, scroll through memory lane, wassup