Title: “Laser Vision”

Title: “Laser Vision” Style: The White (gritty, confident, relentless focus, a little brash but sharp) By Tmoney ⸻ [Hook – heavy 808s, trap beat rolling in slow] Every day’s a battle, but I rise with the sun Grind mode daily, man, I’m second to none Money make the world spin, I’m just here for the run They blowin’ up my line, but I ain’t bitin’ the crumbs Laser vision, I’m locked, I don’t break, I don’t fold Haters in the rearview, watchin’ stories unfold Tryna take my shine? Man, that story’s old I’m built from the grind, every bar pure gold ⸻ [Verse 1] Wake up, thank God, then it’s time to go get it Runnin’ plays in my mind like a scrimmage, no limits These women hit my phone with the thirst and the gimmicks But I’m married to the hustle, no feelings, no clinics They want racks, want clout, want a piece of the scene But I see right through it — superficial routine I don’t need no love if it’s built off a scheme Rather ride solo than be caught in a dream Focused like a sniper, mind sharp like a blade I ain’t playin’ in this game, this my life, not charades If you fake, stay far, I don’t deal with no shade I’m on ten every day, like I just got paid ⸻ [Hook – repeat with extra punch] Yeah, every day’s a battle, but I rise with the sun Grind mode daily, man, I’m second to none Money make the world spin, I’m just here for the run They blowin’ up my line, but I ain’t bitin’ the crumbs Laser vision, I’m locked, I don’t break, I don’t fold Haters in the rearview, watchin’ stories unfold Tryna take my shine? Man, that story’s old I’m built from the grind, every bar pure gold ⸻ [Verse 2] See the girls, yeah they pretty, but that don’t mean much If your heart empty and your vibe outta touch I’m lookin’ for queens, not the ones that just pose Morals top shelf, yeah, that’s how it goes Flex with my ability, I’m slick on the route Street racin’ through life, no fear, no doubt They say I’m too cold, like I’m iced with the clout But I’m just movin’ smart while they run they mouth This ain’t luck, this precision, all drive, no collision They stuck in the matrix, I’m flippin’ the vision Ain’t no breaks in my mission, I don’t need permission When I rap it’s a sermon, every line got conviction ⸻ [Outro – beat fades with atmospheric echoes] Tmoney on the rise, they can’t clip these wings Built different from the jump, now I’m changin’ things No fake love, no noise, just real and ambition Eyes on the prize, all gas, no intermission ⸻ You want a version of this with punch-ins, doubled ad-libs, or a hook you can record? I got you. Want cover art to match? Let’s go full drop.