In My Eyes

Yeah
Thank you K-Lub for the beat
Thank you Lord for life, health, and strength
Damn K-Lub - Yeah
Nature Sounds and Rhythm Gods

I was picturing this
Rappin' for Skitcha, cause this is a gift
My presence is magic
I might disappear, but for now I'm just
Makin' the most of my time on the earth
Meditatin' breakin' family curses
I'm good in the booth but I'm better in person
All of my niggas can shoot, but they're surfin' the waves
Livin' with purpose cause that's how we get paid
Going deeper than surface
Deeper than Easter Sunday service
Mother I know that you listenin'
Gave me to God at my Christening
Nine years later I got saved
Twenty more and I went ignant
Figments of my imagination had me trippin' coast to coast
How am I supposed know where I'm supposed to go
With all this money to blow and no one to trust
Plus, I'm high as fuck when I pull up so I can't stay
Fill up my cup, drink from the bottle anyway
Lord knows I know pain but found peace
That's a dope deal like cocaine
In exchange for money
My heart of gold been broke before
Now I rope-a-dope like Ali
Probably swing back like a volley
All these metaphors, five foot nine
But I could put you six feet deep
Let you know I ride for mine
It's a war for yours. Stay dangerous
And hope you live in peace
Why so many niggas trying to flex
Out here flashing on them
Bitches sellin' pussy on the mutha fuckin' internet
Cause they nasty homie
No more holy matrimony
I've been looking for my Eve
Might have to settle for a couple hoes and a stream of income
You win some, but tried to win them all
I can't say I never lost, but it's good if I'm involved

Been through way too much; you can see it in my eyes
I'll make a way sho'nuff; you can see it in my eyes
I'm way too tough; you can see it in my eyes
Ain't gotta say too much; you can see it in my eyes

In my eyes lies no dishonesty
I'm tryna be more in tuned
I'm workin' on my timing G'Shock beep
When I hit the button for the stop watch, see
I set the pace. It's not a race. This is a marathon
Go the distance most won't dare to run
Stuck on a mil between a S and a E
Once they see
I got more style than a hair salon
More angles than a paragon
You like a square or sumn
Way I rap is rare to y'all

Yeah I know that last line didn't really rhyme
Shit... Fuck it



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Writer(s): Kevin Adams
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