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A.Devinci - Eyes Closed Lyrics



A.Devinci - Eyes Closed Lyrics




We do what we wanna do
We do what we wanna
You can say what you
Wann say you ain't
Talking about nothing
We on the grind everyday
Act a fool for the money
They act like they really know
They dont really know nothing
Nobody knows
They dont really know yea they dont really know
Nobody knows
They dont really know yeah
They dont really know
Nobody knows
They dont know about the
Grind ya'll I try to
Tell them about the grind
If it ain't about the money dont
Be hitting my line waiting
All my time yeah

They dont know about the grind
It be alchemeic the way I
Turn pennies into dimes
Got up off my ass
Stopped thinking started
Trying, go getter mindset
Because I always feel behind
I see that they just slept on me
Instead of realizing that
I been the best, homey
Tryna make sure they never
Play me like the rest homey
This rap shit in Greenville
Will have you stressed homey
Got me stressed, I ain't
Worried about a nigga tryna
Check me, man I'm worried
About a check, bitches think
I ain't worried about some sex
They don't know about the pain and the regret that's why
I jump up on the track and I
Be hungry like T-rex
Come from poor living
Niggas dope dealing
Bitches gold digging for the
Money it be more sinning
Feel like I done lost my mind
Feel like f*ck it feel like
No Feelings, feel like more
Business, f*ck the rest if they
Don't really know business
Rolling blunts back to back
Smoking so much man I
Think I'll have an asthma
Attack, wanted a chance to
Catch me slipping
They ain't having that
Sorry I ain't got a thing if
They ain't got the cash
Had to grip the grain yo
All of this knowledge off
In my brain make an average
Lame person go insane yo
I been painting a bigger picture
But more than you figure
So im guessing that's why
You ain't know

We do what we wanna do
We do what we wanna
Do what we wanna
You can say what you
Wann say you ain't
Talking about nothing
You ain't talking nothing
We on the grind everyday
Act a fool for the money
Got to get that paper
They act like they really know
They dont really know nothing
They dont really know
Nobody knows
They dont really know yea they dont really know
Nobody knows
They dont really know yeah
They dont really know
Nobody knows
They dont know about the
Grind ya'll I try to
Tell them about the grind
If it ain't about the money dont
Be hitting my line waiting
All my time yeah

Because I been something
That they held back
What I be cooking off
In the kitchen
Swear to god they try to act
Like they don't smell that
Ain't no job I had to sell that
Then when they see me on
The come up try to put me
Where the jail at
That's why a nigga fell back
Had to stop buying L's and then
I went and got a L pack
Tryna to rap they try to put me
Where the shelf at
Hoping to see me reach up
Where the help at
And my style different
I can't help that
These suckers foul homey
Where the ref at
Try to hit me where my wealth
At, but the devil is a liar
Talk to God and
Tell him bless that
Local problems
Never stress that
Cause I be on a level way higher
Homey like a stealth jet
Where you try to stop me
Homey that's where you fell at
This for the home team
Hope they felt that
Try to keep the peace
But "Da G" is way too
Small for us to eat yeah
Soon as they see a nigga
Dropping the heat
Instead of going to support
They rather diss you
On the sneak
I done transcended
What they know is that I
Been about the what they know
Is that I'm about to kill it
What they do know is that
This is ScoDevinci
What they don't know is
We ain't got no limits, yeah

We do what we wanna do
You can say what you
Wann say you ain't
Talking about nothing
We on the grind everyday
Act a fool for the money
They act like they really know
They dont really know nothing
Nobody knows
They dont really know yea they dont really know
Nobody knows
They dont really know yeah
They dont really know
Nobody knows
They dont know about the
Grind ya'll I try to
Tell them about the grind
If it ain't about the money dont
Be hitting my line waiting
All my time yeah
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We do what we wanna do
We do what we wanna
You can say what you
Wann say you ain't
Talking about nothing
We on the grind everyday
Act a fool for the money
They act like they really know
They dont really know nothing
Nobody knows
They dont really know yea they dont really know
Nobody knows
They dont really know yeah
They dont really know
Nobody knows
They dont know about the
Grind ya'll I try to
Tell them about the grind
If it ain't about the money dont
Be hitting my line waiting
All my time yeah

They dont know about the grind
It be alchemeic the way I
Turn pennies into dimes
Got up off my ass
Stopped thinking started
Trying, go getter mindset
Because I always feel behind
I see that they just slept on me
Instead of realizing that
I been the best, homey
Tryna make sure they never
Play me like the rest homey
This rap shit in Greenville
Will have you stressed homey
Got me stressed, I ain't
Worried about a nigga tryna
Check me, man I'm worried
About a check, bitches think
I ain't worried about some sex
They don't know about the pain and the regret that's why
I jump up on the track and I
Be hungry like T-rex
Come from poor living
Niggas dope dealing
Bitches gold digging for the
Money it be more sinning
Feel like I done lost my mind
Feel like f*ck it feel like
No Feelings, feel like more
Business, f*ck the rest if they
Don't really know business
Rolling blunts back to back
Smoking so much man I
Think I'll have an asthma
Attack, wanted a chance to
Catch me slipping
They ain't having that
Sorry I ain't got a thing if
They ain't got the cash
Had to grip the grain yo
All of this knowledge off
In my brain make an average
Lame person go insane yo
I been painting a bigger picture
But more than you figure
So im guessing that's why
You ain't know

We do what we wanna do
We do what we wanna
Do what we wanna
You can say what you
Wann say you ain't
Talking about nothing
You ain't talking nothing
We on the grind everyday
Act a fool for the money
Got to get that paper
They act like they really know
They dont really know nothing
They dont really know
Nobody knows
They dont really know yea they dont really know
Nobody knows
They dont really know yeah
They dont really know
Nobody knows
They dont know about the
Grind ya'll I try to
Tell them about the grind
If it ain't about the money dont
Be hitting my line waiting
All my time yeah

Because I been something
That they held back
What I be cooking off
In the kitchen
Swear to god they try to act
Like they don't smell that
Ain't no job I had to sell that
Then when they see me on
The come up try to put me
Where the jail at
That's why a nigga fell back
Had to stop buying L's and then
I went and got a L pack
Tryna to rap they try to put me
Where the shelf at
Hoping to see me reach up
Where the help at
And my style different
I can't help that
These suckers foul homey
Where the ref at
Try to hit me where my wealth
At, but the devil is a liar
Talk to God and
Tell him bless that
Local problems
Never stress that
Cause I be on a level way higher
Homey like a stealth jet
Where you try to stop me
Homey that's where you fell at
This for the home team
Hope they felt that
Try to keep the peace
But "Da G" is way too
Small for us to eat yeah
Soon as they see a nigga
Dropping the heat
Instead of going to support
They rather diss you
On the sneak
I done transcended
What they know is that I
Been about the what they know
Is that I'm about to kill it
What they do know is that
This is ScoDevinci
What they don't know is
We ain't got no limits, yeah

We do what we wanna do
You can say what you
Wann say you ain't
Talking about nothing
We on the grind everyday
Act a fool for the money
They act like they really know
They dont really know nothing
Nobody knows
They dont really know yea they dont really know
Nobody knows
They dont really know yeah
They dont really know
Nobody knows
They dont know about the
Grind ya'll I try to
Tell them about the grind
If it ain't about the money dont
Be hitting my line waiting
All my time yeah
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Writer: Donnie Heard Jr., Justine Downs
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: A.Devinci
Length: 4:05
Written by: Donnie Heard Jr., Justine Downs

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