Opened Eyes
Aye?
Aye come here 'nigga
So you 'gon tell me you don't see that?
Yeah that shit there hell
I see bout all yall fake 'mutherfuckers man
I'm talking 'bout
I 'aint even need no glasses
No shades
None of that shit
I put all my feelings into this 'mutherfuckin song
You hear me?
Man I think I'm starting to see this shit here baby
All these 'niggas and pussy 'bitchs been fake!
All they wanna do is come round
Hang in my face
And all they wanna do is come round
We don't relate
Man I think I'm starting to see this shit here baby
All these 'niggas and pussy 'bitchs been fake!
All they wanna do is come round
Hang in my face
Back up out my face
Me and that fake shit don't relate
I'm starting to see it!
'Aint never was like I 'aint seen it before
But now I believe it!
To be honest I want to go try the shit differently
But the weed that had pay the rent for me
Folks that say love me
They left me so instantly
I can not let the shit get to me
Peace at the top!
Can I reach it?
I gave sum distance to the fake
Now fuck from round yall.
You see Philippe Patek my wrist
Yea its my time dog
I gotta stay focused
I must get my daughter
You already know this
Here the pain in my vocals
Dropped a tear while recording
I feel a lil rowdy
Man I had enough
This enough medicine
To heal up my body
While I drink from this cup
Lately I feel I'm filled up
I no I been stressing
I quit
Wont help me give up
Cant be a choice
I rather go buck
The forty 'gon buss
The I don't give a fuck
Thru the shadow of the death
Man I 'aint fearing no evil
My god is with me
'Aint no reason to be scared of you people.
I prosper!
Unlike yo weapon
Now you see we 'aint equal
This shit is real
I give these words to my people
Man I think I'm starting to see this shit here baby
All these 'niggas and pussy 'bitchs been fake!
All they wanna do is come round
Hang in my face
And all they wanna do is come round
We don't relate
Man I think I'm starting to see this shit here baby
All these 'niggas and pussy 'bitchs been fake!
All they wanna do is come round
Hang in my face
Back up out my face
Me and that fake shit don't relate
I'm just another cascade
Zone 4
Atlanta
Nigga
Westends' trapper of the year
High standard nigga
How the hell you figure that I couldn't make it?
I done stayed down ten times more than you can take it
You the 'fakest
You fake it
You full of that fake shit
With a motor in the back of 'ya throat
Ya mouth racing
Better steady pace it
The soldier crew don't like talk
Best refrain from insane thoughts and walk a tight walk
And them 'undercovers lurking
Cause everyday you guaranteed to get caught slipping with something
For certain
If my 'niggas hurting
I'll quickly throw a sack out
To keep one of them murkmen from coming to blow yo back out
Plus they heard you got a sack now
Ok!
You flexing?
Them niggas starting to see that shit
Ok
Watch emmmm
Glock!
Glock!
Glock!
Ok!
Man I think I'm starting to see this shit here baby
All these 'niggas and pussy 'bitchs been fake!
All they wanna do is come round
Hang in my face
And all they wanna do is come round
We don't relate
Man I think I'm starting to see this shit here baby
All these 'niggas and pussy 'bitchs been fake!
All they wanna do is come round
Hang in my face
But back up out my face
Me and that fake shit don't relate
Aye come here 'nigga
So you 'gon tell me you don't see that?
Yeah that shit there hell
I see bout all yall fake 'mutherfuckers man
I'm talking 'bout
I 'aint even need no glasses
No shades
None of that shit
I put all my feelings into this 'mutherfuckin song
You hear me?
Man I think I'm starting to see this shit here baby
All these 'niggas and pussy 'bitchs been fake!
All they wanna do is come round
Hang in my face
And all they wanna do is come round
We don't relate
Man I think I'm starting to see this shit here baby
All these 'niggas and pussy 'bitchs been fake!
All they wanna do is come round
Hang in my face
Back up out my face
Me and that fake shit don't relate
I'm starting to see it!
'Aint never was like I 'aint seen it before
But now I believe it!
To be honest I want to go try the shit differently
But the weed that had pay the rent for me
Folks that say love me
They left me so instantly
I can not let the shit get to me
Peace at the top!
Can I reach it?
I gave sum distance to the fake
Now fuck from round yall.
You see Philippe Patek my wrist
Yea its my time dog
I gotta stay focused
I must get my daughter
You already know this
Here the pain in my vocals
Dropped a tear while recording
I feel a lil rowdy
Man I had enough
This enough medicine
To heal up my body
While I drink from this cup
Lately I feel I'm filled up
I no I been stressing
I quit
Wont help me give up
Cant be a choice
I rather go buck
The forty 'gon buss
The I don't give a fuck
Thru the shadow of the death
Man I 'aint fearing no evil
My god is with me
'Aint no reason to be scared of you people.
I prosper!
Unlike yo weapon
Now you see we 'aint equal
This shit is real
I give these words to my people
Man I think I'm starting to see this shit here baby
All these 'niggas and pussy 'bitchs been fake!
All they wanna do is come round
Hang in my face
And all they wanna do is come round
We don't relate
Man I think I'm starting to see this shit here baby
All these 'niggas and pussy 'bitchs been fake!
All they wanna do is come round
Hang in my face
Back up out my face
Me and that fake shit don't relate
I'm just another cascade
Zone 4
Atlanta
Nigga
Westends' trapper of the year
High standard nigga
How the hell you figure that I couldn't make it?
I done stayed down ten times more than you can take it
You the 'fakest
You fake it
You full of that fake shit
With a motor in the back of 'ya throat
Ya mouth racing
Better steady pace it
The soldier crew don't like talk
Best refrain from insane thoughts and walk a tight walk
And them 'undercovers lurking
Cause everyday you guaranteed to get caught slipping with something
For certain
If my 'niggas hurting
I'll quickly throw a sack out
To keep one of them murkmen from coming to blow yo back out
Plus they heard you got a sack now
Ok!
You flexing?
Them niggas starting to see that shit
Ok
Watch emmmm
Glock!
Glock!
Glock!
Ok!
Man I think I'm starting to see this shit here baby
All these 'niggas and pussy 'bitchs been fake!
All they wanna do is come round
Hang in my face
And all they wanna do is come round
We don't relate
Man I think I'm starting to see this shit here baby
All these 'niggas and pussy 'bitchs been fake!
All they wanna do is come round
Hang in my face
But back up out my face
Me and that fake shit don't relate
Credits
Writer(s): Clarence Davenport
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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