[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, “f*ck 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