Eyes Open (Intro)
Ahora los ojos
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
(Verse 1)
Its time to get lost in my music you get lost don't confuse it
I was born for this shit so I never had to choose it
I would kill for the chance to get on you get off
I'm not sayin that I'm hard I'm just sayin you soft
The world wanna know my past if I'm real or if I'm not
Did I really play the trap have I ever dealt a rock
Is he really from the block where's the wounds that he got
It take a man to do the shootin anyone can get shot
So f**k the fact I had to grind or the fact that I did time
I should only be defined by the fact that I can rhyme
So I really ain't concerned if I seem street to em
Half the niggaz my niggaz like I don't even speak to em
So I spit that fly shit be'cause I'm in it to last
And you ain't got enough style miles to be in my class
So before you cast your ballots on who's the greatest MC
Now that Jordan done retired and LeBron's in the league
You gon have to mention me and believe me it hurts
Its y'all that never paid attention to my previous work
But ain't no need bitchin I done captured your attention
Its a race to the top and I will go the distance
In the south's top label and the worlds our agenda
We give a f**k how we live just as long as you remember
Hear that hunger in my voice and that pain that I carry
But you can't admit you feel me til I'm dead and I'm buried
That's the worst part man 'cause believe me I'm a fan
If it only is a demo well we did a million scans
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
(Verse 1)
Its time to get lost in my music you get lost don't confuse it
I was born for this shit so I never had to choose it
I would kill for the chance to get on you get off
I'm not sayin that I'm hard I'm just sayin you soft
The world wanna know my past if I'm real or if I'm not
Did I really play the trap have I ever dealt a rock
Is he really from the block where's the wounds that he got
It take a man to do the shootin anyone can get shot
So f**k the fact I had to grind or the fact that I did time
I should only be defined by the fact that I can rhyme
So I really ain't concerned if I seem street to em
Half the niggaz my niggaz like I don't even speak to em
So I spit that fly shit be'cause I'm in it to last
And you ain't got enough style miles to be in my class
So before you cast your ballots on who's the greatest MC
Now that Jordan done retired and LeBron's in the league
You gon have to mention me and believe me it hurts
Its y'all that never paid attention to my previous work
But ain't no need bitchin I done captured your attention
Its a race to the top and I will go the distance
In the south's top label and the worlds our agenda
We give a f**k how we live just as long as you remember
Hear that hunger in my voice and that pain that I carry
But you can't admit you feel me til I'm dead and I'm buried
That's the worst part man 'cause believe me I'm a fan
If it only is a demo well we did a million scans
Credits
Writer(s): Seon Thomas, Gregory Green, Bobbie Sandimanie
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.