Third Eye

I told momma I'm gone; I'll be back with money
I came back with the throne; she very proud of me
Fussin' with me, I was through
I filled up my shoe, and brought it to you
Some reason they can't see the tragedy
Cause it ain't, it wasn't their family
And drive over Brooklyn bridge with Cassidy
I never felt so good
Told him to step on my shoe
And of course, I knew she would
If you follow someone, make sure that they solid
Bust my own moves, got my own problems
Want to be a neurosurgeon, I want to be a doctor
The pain in my life I most likely get an Oscar
See they really really wanna pop me
Just know that you will never flop me
The hungry youngins up the street they tryna catch somebody
The hungry youngins up the street they tryna catch somebody
The hungry youngins gonna eat his bodie

One of these days and it won't be long
Going down in the valley and sing my song
Common sense ain't common, top position scholar
So far from the bottom, they can't hear me holler
Gucci on my future daughter, and she still a toddler
You slap box better than me, then I fought you
Smacked you in yo face, and then start screaming I caught you
He Tried to rob, boy you lost it
Diamonds running like faucet
Blue and white Charger
Same color the Dodgers
Crayola car same color as a marker
If it ain't about money, me no concern
A paper chaser till my thigh burn
He was really wondrous wise
Oh my God, he got three eyes
Gotta cut up the credit cards, plastic surgery
I'm a God, mercy me, I'm higher than Mercury
He Take risk for this money, I never done a burglary
Kept it if she knew she would have murdered me



Credits
Writer(s): Evan Graves
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link