(In my eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
Toosii - Thank You For Believing Album Lyrics
Toosii - Thank You For Believing Lyrics
Writer: Bass Charity, Jason A. Cornet, Joshua Parker, Michael F. Hernandez, Naujour Lazier Grainger, Samuel David Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Exploration Group LLC
be cautious
(In my eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
Writer: Anthony Jamal Philips, Naujour Grainger
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Exploration Group LLC
55
'Cause anywhere I go I'm spotted (fo' real and that's no question)
And anythin' I want I got it (no frontin' and no guessin')
5'5" with brown eyes (caramel complexion)
Smile like the sunrise (body like heaven)
Look, I met baby a week ago and I ain't care 'bout who she know (no)
I got secrets and I can't keep it, I think you should know (no)
5'5" and she too fine (yeah)
I got options but, baby, you mine
I can't wait to tell her that I love her, you know I love it when she f*ck me
Way she f*ck me, got me feelin' like she mean it
I know she an angel, catch them angles when we f*ckin', I'ma f*ck her
When I f*ck her, I'ma do it like a demon
Elevator took way too long, I'ma put her on top (on top)
This her favorite song when the song drop, got her on lock
Baby got her own Glock (own Glock)
I'ma buy her stones, rocks
Diamonds 'cause she a dime and she own lots (yeah)
And the better part about it, got her own spot
Snitch on me, she know not
Play around and she gon' pop
It was written Rosetta, she own every letter
Audemars for the A and B for doin' better
I met baby a week ago and I ain't care 'bout who she know (no)
I got secrets and I can't keep it, I think you should know (no)
5'5" and she too fine (yeah)
I got options but, baby, you mine
I can't wait to tell her that I love her, you know I love it when she f*ck me
Way she f*ck me, got me feelin' like she mean it
I know she an angel, catch them angles when we f*ckin', I'ma f*ck her (Big Latto)
When I f*ck her, I'ma do it like a demon
I tote my own Glock, VVS, my stone pop
Street nigga bitch and my Birk', I hold my nigga guap
G5 flights, we fly private, pack my nigga chop
In love with a stepper so don't make me send a nigga drop
I can't wait to get home, when I f*ck ya, I'ma f*ck ya in a Rover
We got options, I might f*ck you in the Demon (skrrt, skrrt)
Rap bitch, but he got me singin', six foot, he swingin'
I might let you bring a bitch and double team it, I mean it
Look, I met baby a week ago and I ain't care 'bout who she know (no)
I got secrets and I can't keep it, I think you should know (no)
5'5" and she too fine (yeah)
I got options but, baby, you mine
I can't wait to tell her that I love her, you know I love it when she f*ck me
Way she f*ck me, got me feelin' like she mean it
I know she an angel, catch them angles when we f*ckin', I'ma f*ck her
When I f*ck her, I'ma do it like a demon
Put baby inside the new drop
I'ma buy her a new watch (new watch)
She know I'm her nigga and she know that you not
Credible for that new spot (new spot), I got it (yeah)
And she ain't worried 'bout shit 'cause she know I'm a top shotta
Bring her to the hood, she know she f*ckin' with a G
Everything she done seen, know to keep it lowkey
And she don't spend a dime, everything been on me
If he gassed up, he on E
If he gassed up, he on E
I met baby a week ago and I ain't care 'bout who she know (no)
I got secrets and I can't keep it, I think you should know (no)
5'5" and she too fine (yeah)
I got options but, baby, you mine
I can't wait to tell her that I love her, you know I love it when she f*ck me
Way she f*ck me, got me feelin' like she mean it
I know she an angel, catch them angles when we f*ckin', I'ma f*ck her
When I f*ck her, I'ma do it like a demon
And anythin' I want I got it (no frontin' and no guessin')
5'5" with brown eyes (caramel complexion)
Smile like the sunrise (body like heaven)
Look, I met baby a week ago and I ain't care 'bout who she know (no)
I got secrets and I can't keep it, I think you should know (no)
5'5" and she too fine (yeah)
I got options but, baby, you mine
I can't wait to tell her that I love her, you know I love it when she f*ck me
Way she f*ck me, got me feelin' like she mean it
I know she an angel, catch them angles when we f*ckin', I'ma f*ck her
When I f*ck her, I'ma do it like a demon
Elevator took way too long, I'ma put her on top (on top)
This her favorite song when the song drop, got her on lock
Baby got her own Glock (own Glock)
I'ma buy her stones, rocks
Diamonds 'cause she a dime and she own lots (yeah)
And the better part about it, got her own spot
Snitch on me, she know not
Play around and she gon' pop
It was written Rosetta, she own every letter
Audemars for the A and B for doin' better
I met baby a week ago and I ain't care 'bout who she know (no)
I got secrets and I can't keep it, I think you should know (no)
5'5" and she too fine (yeah)
I got options but, baby, you mine
I can't wait to tell her that I love her, you know I love it when she f*ck me
Way she f*ck me, got me feelin' like she mean it
I know she an angel, catch them angles when we f*ckin', I'ma f*ck her (Big Latto)
When I f*ck her, I'ma do it like a demon
I tote my own Glock, VVS, my stone pop
Street nigga bitch and my Birk', I hold my nigga guap
G5 flights, we fly private, pack my nigga chop
In love with a stepper so don't make me send a nigga drop
I can't wait to get home, when I f*ck ya, I'ma f*ck ya in a Rover
We got options, I might f*ck you in the Demon (skrrt, skrrt)
Rap bitch, but he got me singin', six foot, he swingin'
I might let you bring a bitch and double team it, I mean it
Look, I met baby a week ago and I ain't care 'bout who she know (no)
I got secrets and I can't keep it, I think you should know (no)
5'5" and she too fine (yeah)
I got options but, baby, you mine
I can't wait to tell her that I love her, you know I love it when she f*ck me
Way she f*ck me, got me feelin' like she mean it
I know she an angel, catch them angles when we f*ckin', I'ma f*ck her
When I f*ck her, I'ma do it like a demon
Put baby inside the new drop
I'ma buy her a new watch (new watch)
She know I'm her nigga and she know that you not
Credible for that new spot (new spot), I got it (yeah)
And she ain't worried 'bout shit 'cause she know I'm a top shotta
Bring her to the hood, she know she f*ckin' with a G
Everything she done seen, know to keep it lowkey
And she don't spend a dime, everything been on me
If he gassed up, he on E
If he gassed up, he on E
I met baby a week ago and I ain't care 'bout who she know (no)
I got secrets and I can't keep it, I think you should know (no)
5'5" and she too fine (yeah)
I got options but, baby, you mine
I can't wait to tell her that I love her, you know I love it when she f*ck me
Way she f*ck me, got me feelin' like she mean it
I know she an angel, catch them angles when we f*ckin', I'ma f*ck her
When I f*ck her, I'ma do it like a demon
Writer: Ahmir K Thompson, Alyssa Stephens, Caleb McLean, Ernest Charles Jr. Young, Giscard E Xavier, Jerry Duplessis, Leonard Hubbard, Naujour Grainger, Robert S Pardlo, Ryan Toby, Scott Spencer Storch, Tarik L Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Exploration Group LLC
windows down
(In my eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
Writer: James Maddocks, Milan Modi, Naujour Grainger
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC
shop
(In my eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
f*ck marry kill
(In my eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
Writer: Naujour Grainger, Peter Gogola, Roland Hannah
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC
what it cost
(In my eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
end of discussion
(In my eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
Writer: Caleb McLean, Javar Rockamore, Naujour Grainger, Robert Reese, Theodore Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC
greater storm
(In my eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
Writer: Alexander Nathaniel Emma, Malita Rice, Milan Modi, Naujour Grainger, Trevion Belton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
tic tic
(In my eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
Writer: Naujour Grainger, Nicolas Zita, Rodolfo Argueta, Tarik Johnston
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC
rich nigga
(In my eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
Writer: Naujour Grainger, Xavier Lamar Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
back together
(In my eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
Writer: Isaac John D. De Boni, Jason A. Cornet, Joshua Isaih Parker, Kaleem Renaldo Myron Taylor-Deconteau, Michael John Mule, Naujour Lazier Grainger, Ryan Alex Martinez, Samuel David Jimenez, Sviwe Mngaza, Torres Keanu Dean
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
red die
(In my eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
In my eyes, in my eyes)
Well, know the Devil wear Prada
But she gotta go some day
I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
These days ain't easy, you know
I get sicker like a nigga f*cked around
And sneezed in the flow
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
T to the O, O to the S, that's I-I
It's gon' take more than them plaque
Just to make the dog cry
I don't win gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old, I could switch it up
I make all kinds
(My eyes, in my eyes)
Different statistics, I hope that you listen, don't go missin'
When they tell me don't be cocky, I do my ego trippin'
Or maybe that's just the Devil on my left shoulder
Say I'm gettin' wiped, but I'm gettin' older
(My eyes, in my eyes)
What are the greats for, if they not great no more?
How to f*ck who we love if no one will hate no more
Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if a women hating no more
And for Beijing, I'ma hell on you, you
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
You the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
Selfish ass nigga
Yeah, I was built not to hate, but I can't take no more
Aye, I can't do fake no more
(Eyes, in my eyes)
H-Ps and a half, and a dash say two hunnid
The same ones who used to be proud of me
Same ones who gunnin'
Niggas be cuttin' and runnin'
Shit for high hopes
Not knowin' that you crime that house
Buddy, that's just a high slope
(In my eyes, eyes)
I put dots where the I's go
Made a lot off the lie I told
They say I'm done, but to me
Nigga, I's bold
Crib lookin' vacant, I'm home alone like Macauley Culkin
Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Pocket
(Eyes, in my eyes)
You can tell Peter Pocket
Bitch, I done seen a narcs
I can die for a good team, tell the labels free the artists
Two times, we the hardest
Old man, we done chart it
I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
(In my eyes, in my eyes)
I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
Them boys gonna double-back
Cool if I ripped his head off or not
I was tryna head to the top
Then stop for some head I had got
From a bitch who doubted me
Then finally she said that I'm hot
(In my eyes, eyes)
Where the f*ck is Morris?
I been buyin' only thin
'Cause that's chump change to that money
That's sittin' in rubber bands
And I ain't one for the double stands
The one who'd let a woman be a woman
Now, that's the one you call a man
(In my eyes)
Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles
And all you gotta know is I told ya
Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard
But you gotta be a soldier
Yeah, uh, don't come easy at times
When you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
Backwards for ya, I'm the only one who'll move backwards for ya
(Eyes, in my eyes
In my eyes)
Writer: Darvin Barthellemy, Naujour Grainger, Roland Hannah
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Songtrust Ave, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Songtrust Ave, Exploration Group LLC