All Eyez On Me
Eight
Eight
Eighty/Forty-Seven
I ain't never wanna be famous
Or even the greatest
I jus didn't wanna die gangbangin
Niggas gettin stained over how they chain swang
Sleeping wit a gun
I been numb ever since Roy died
Seven-One-Six
Throwin B's up
One time for him
I jus want a foreign
Whip it like it's stolen
Whip it like it's yola
Mixin baking soda til it locc
I been workin round the clocc
I been servin all fiends
I be posted on the blocc
Still got that work if ya need it
Yeah yeah
Still got it for a fee
Ay ay
Five-Oh comin
Oh we runnin
Pray they don't catch me
Oh no
I know I'm wrong
But dear Lord jus keep me on my feet
Ay
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
I grew up in the decade that left Miss Hill miseducated
Broke down complexes
Whole buildings dilapidated
Building evacuated
Fiends blew up the spot beneath us
It's God in my grandma house
Somebody tell Beneatha
Lyin to the preacher
Sayin that I'm gon see him on Sunday
When I know damn well I'm gon be out wit the demons
Uncle Damon the Deacon
Uncle Ramon the Reverend
And me, I was the Chaplain
And every day was a blessing
I swear that I can't forget it
The lessons beat in my head
By some heavy handed heavy hitters only made me better
Than the niggas that try to call themselves competition
They ain't even opposition
They jus jealous of our position
They watch and whisper
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
Now errybody put ya hands up high
If you been livin fast, born ready to die
My ambitionz az a ridah
You talk shit, we slide up
Whole blocc fired up like cheerleaders
Fired Up
Errybody put ya hands up high
If you been livin fast, born ready to die
My ambitionz az a ridah
You talk shit, we slide up
Whole blocc fired up like cheerleaders
Fired Up
Eight
Eighty/Forty-Seven
I ain't never wanna be famous
Or even the greatest
I jus didn't wanna die gangbangin
Niggas gettin stained over how they chain swang
Sleeping wit a gun
I been numb ever since Roy died
Seven-One-Six
Throwin B's up
One time for him
I jus want a foreign
Whip it like it's stolen
Whip it like it's yola
Mixin baking soda til it locc
I been workin round the clocc
I been servin all fiends
I be posted on the blocc
Still got that work if ya need it
Yeah yeah
Still got it for a fee
Ay ay
Five-Oh comin
Oh we runnin
Pray they don't catch me
Oh no
I know I'm wrong
But dear Lord jus keep me on my feet
Ay
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
I grew up in the decade that left Miss Hill miseducated
Broke down complexes
Whole buildings dilapidated
Building evacuated
Fiends blew up the spot beneath us
It's God in my grandma house
Somebody tell Beneatha
Lyin to the preacher
Sayin that I'm gon see him on Sunday
When I know damn well I'm gon be out wit the demons
Uncle Damon the Deacon
Uncle Ramon the Reverend
And me, I was the Chaplain
And every day was a blessing
I swear that I can't forget it
The lessons beat in my head
By some heavy handed heavy hitters only made me better
Than the niggas that try to call themselves competition
They ain't even opposition
They jus jealous of our position
They watch and whisper
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
I jus need all eyez on me
I jus need all eyez on me
(All eyez on me)
Now errybody put ya hands up high
If you been livin fast, born ready to die
My ambitionz az a ridah
You talk shit, we slide up
Whole blocc fired up like cheerleaders
Fired Up
Errybody put ya hands up high
If you been livin fast, born ready to die
My ambitionz az a ridah
You talk shit, we slide up
Whole blocc fired up like cheerleaders
Fired Up
Credits
Writer(s): Carlitto Allen
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