Good Eye

And every word I utter, my nigga is gutter depth
The bars keep a nigga off guard like stutter step
The head nigga in charge, Dena is what I rep

And after me, there's nothing left
Why would I change
Why would I change
Why would I
How could I
Seen this shit with my good eye

When I say that I'm coming for ya, I'm not gonna miss
Keep my foot on they jugular, used to juggle the bricks
Let me break it down for y'all, this ain't a cut you can sniff
This ain't a rush you can quit, can't get enough of this shit
Like seeing your single mother struggle
Like flipping your first dollar just to make it double
Me and my brothers trying to break like leaving a huddle
Be prepared to face the trouble if that's what it comes to
Till we cry tears of joy and play in the puddle
Why would I change
Relate to those who's living the same and give them game
As faith will show, the homies that go, roll with the play
As faith will show, the homies that go, roll with the play
And after me, there's nothing left, how could I

And every word I utter, my nigga is gutter depth
The bars keep a nigga off guard like stutter step
The head nigga in charge, Dena is what I rep
And after me, there's nothing left
Why would I change
Why would I change
Why would I
How could I
Seen this shit with my good eye

Just a nappy headed younging escaping the cops
A straight disgrace to every face that bought a place on my block
Every neighbor said I'm making it hot, me and my gang
Shoot dice on the corner, try to make us a knot
Park nights, break out in fights, grateful for life
Came home with black eye and tried to make up a lie
Asked my mama, using steak for the ice, heed no advice
Tryna tell her it's alright, I just fell on my bike
At least I tried, mama
Told her I'm gonna, gonna hit that Willie soon
Told niggas I'm gonna get that Millie soon
Rap cadences in my room, singing to a broom
Thinking, where will I bloom

And every word I utter, my nigga is gutter debt
The bars keep a nigga off guard like stutter step
The head nigga in charge, Dena is what I rep
And after me, there's nothing left
Why would I change
Why would I change
Why would I
How could I
Seen this shit with my good eye

Yeah, y'all see any more of that blunt left

Just wanna say, my nigga
Thank you for being there for me
Thank you for never turning my requests away
Thank you for answering every call from Jail
Thank you for accepting calls
Thank you for sending me packages
Thank you for giving me clothes, my nigga
Thank you for teaching me
How to learn things
And how to accept certain things
Thank you