Eyes on the Prize

Black and white on the Tee on da back a V
Only smoking hemps,
Know them bitches filled with tree
Only sippin Lipton nigga if we talkin tea
Eyes on the prize on the grind that's the key
Stay true to yourself and you'll win I guarantee
Saying our shit trash
But yo bitch disagree
Boy You not a thug
Wash yo face take off that ski
Man you Niggas capped out ya'll going on a spree

Black and red C.D.G.'s with the lil heart
T.y. like listen do y'all hear this shit? it's art
Got these Oro's on like a geek cause I'm smart
The way I'm in her guts think she getting ripped apart

Say she wanna travel
Yeah she tryna take a flight
If I hit it from the back
I'm in it it all night
Why yo future dull?
When it could be something bright
Why pick up a gun
If you scared to even fight?
How you do what's wrong
But you claim to know what's right?
The way I'm having motion you can call me brother wright
Man this fit ain't nun I juss put on sum slight
Yo tunnel finna end getting close to the light



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Writer(s): Stephen Small Jr.
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