4 Eyes

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm in the game and you niggas in the bleachers like clothes stains
Niggas won't step, and I know you talk
She get wet for money, she gon' drown in Ben Franks
Leave it on the hanger, let it air dry
Balenciagas, I just run and take the S off her smile, niggas still can walk a mile in 'em
A nigga had to grow four eyes, one on the left and right and I put two on my backside
I spend two bands on the sweater but I ain't stunting her
Them niggas scared, we drive them foreign whips like monster trucks

I gave the streets Act' and I know they bump my shit enough
Long as I ain't dead I got Codeine in my liver
Told, "You not a part of us, you must don't remember"
That bitch just hit me with her tongue, we ain't going public
We bag 'em up like groceries, then he go in Publix
All my jewelry underwater, you know this shit official
Niggas be scared, when it get dark they sing like Bryson Tiller
You're a rat but you got P's, we call that Master Splinter
He hate when cash stick out my jeans, I got more money denim
For all my niggas just got sentenced, I just count commas
They don't talk at all, when they come home, I buy 'em Hummers
Trashbag full of money, nigga might go buy a dumpster
Roll in the streets, sometimes you gotta see your honor
In Brooklyn like KD, sometimes you gotta leave the Thunder
[?], I need context, delete all my numbers
You gotta pay to stay in my hood, but I need Ghetto free
Ain't going broke, I'ma stay up, what the fuck is sleep? (Al Geno on the track)
Who you gon' fuck, me or Nick? Take a knee
My name Cap

I'm in the game and you niggas in the bleachers like clothes stains
Niggas won't step, and I know you talk
She get wet for money, she gon' drown in Ben Franks
Leave it on the hanger, let it air dry
Balenciagas, I just run and take the S off her smile, niggas still can walk a mile in 'em
A nigga had to grow four eyes, one on the left and right and I put two on my backside
I spend two bands on the sweater but I ain't stunting her
Them niggas scared, we drive them foreign whips like monster trucks
COVID-19, these niggas sick, they can't come 'round us

Roll in the streets, sometimes you gotta see your honor
In Brooklyn like KD, sometimes you gotta leave the Thunder