E.Y.E. (feat. Exlipse)
I got the heat like hades
Pull up in a black Mercedes
I might just go take ur lady
While I be spitting the truth like shady
Yuh
What's good
Bumping my shit when I'm smoking a wood
All of my fits you know they got a hood
Stay in ya lane like u is a rook
Yuh
Play some defense show some respect
Dreaming bout days when I got the Patek
Murdering syllables don't need a tech
Trust the process give it a sec
I'm done with charades
I'm done with the acting
Leeching off me cuz I know they be lacking
Sitting at home always internet capping
Taking it easy I'm only just jabbing
Watch me laugh to the bank it's hilarious
All Drip H20 it's delirious
Got shots you better prepare for it
Coming thru bro just might have a scary trip
We not gang but my niggas stay airing shit
David Blane make em disappear magic tricks
I made it here wasn't handed it
My chain stay flexing flashing and dancing
Niggas is chatting I'm not with the cap shit
Niggas ain't average
Quarter back snapping
I say I'm making it happen
U niggas is cappin lacking
My niggas is ready for action
This song on the speakers it's blastin
Want a Bugatti imma put it in mansion
Look at my E.Y.E
When u come speak to me
Yall are just a CCs
Racing like grand prix
I know that I got the keys
Finding my way to the lock
Chasing the dollas and Ps
U know we got that in stock
We got one life so I'm tryna live my biggest dreams
Don't give a fuck ab the numbers or the daily streams
Sit at the table and I'm working I sleep in my jeans
No distractions needed yk ion need a queen
I just need my team and some fuckin discipline
AY
So I can make the green and be a good citizen
Ay
It's not what it seems my come up is imminent
Ay
Don't give up ya dreams, focus on the diligence
Fuck the points I just love playing game
Yuh
U don't no goals that is just a shame
Yuh
Platinum albums you know that's where ima aim
Yuh
Feeling like I'm crazy I'm going insane
Yuh
I just wanna drop out
Grind on my craft never look back never doubt
They want the clout
But don't even know what the lifelong grinds about
Feeling like I need some new friends
People who wanna go big and just make bands
Running to the motherfuckin dividends
Chase your passion what I recommend
Look at my E.Y.E
When u come speak to me
Yall are just a CCs
Racing like grand prix
I know that I got the keys
Finding my way to the lock
Chasing the dollas and Ps
U know we got that in stock
Pull up in a black Mercedes
I might just go take ur lady
While I be spitting the truth like shady
Yuh
What's good
Bumping my shit when I'm smoking a wood
All of my fits you know they got a hood
Stay in ya lane like u is a rook
Yuh
Play some defense show some respect
Dreaming bout days when I got the Patek
Murdering syllables don't need a tech
Trust the process give it a sec
I'm done with charades
I'm done with the acting
Leeching off me cuz I know they be lacking
Sitting at home always internet capping
Taking it easy I'm only just jabbing
Watch me laugh to the bank it's hilarious
All Drip H20 it's delirious
Got shots you better prepare for it
Coming thru bro just might have a scary trip
We not gang but my niggas stay airing shit
David Blane make em disappear magic tricks
I made it here wasn't handed it
My chain stay flexing flashing and dancing
Niggas is chatting I'm not with the cap shit
Niggas ain't average
Quarter back snapping
I say I'm making it happen
U niggas is cappin lacking
My niggas is ready for action
This song on the speakers it's blastin
Want a Bugatti imma put it in mansion
Look at my E.Y.E
When u come speak to me
Yall are just a CCs
Racing like grand prix
I know that I got the keys
Finding my way to the lock
Chasing the dollas and Ps
U know we got that in stock
We got one life so I'm tryna live my biggest dreams
Don't give a fuck ab the numbers or the daily streams
Sit at the table and I'm working I sleep in my jeans
No distractions needed yk ion need a queen
I just need my team and some fuckin discipline
AY
So I can make the green and be a good citizen
Ay
It's not what it seems my come up is imminent
Ay
Don't give up ya dreams, focus on the diligence
Fuck the points I just love playing game
Yuh
U don't no goals that is just a shame
Yuh
Platinum albums you know that's where ima aim
Yuh
Feeling like I'm crazy I'm going insane
Yuh
I just wanna drop out
Grind on my craft never look back never doubt
They want the clout
But don't even know what the lifelong grinds about
Feeling like I need some new friends
People who wanna go big and just make bands
Running to the motherfuckin dividends
Chase your passion what I recommend
Look at my E.Y.E
When u come speak to me
Yall are just a CCs
Racing like grand prix
I know that I got the keys
Finding my way to the lock
Chasing the dollas and Ps
U know we got that in stock
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Drews
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