Eyes Can See

(album: Book Of David - 2022)

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Sliding through the city with hitters that really rock
Time to make a movie, let's shoot it on any block
Felt bad for him, they shot him, he Milly rock
Hard to stand the heat around niggas that's really hot
Rappers acting tough in these videos really cops
Know if I'm with Louie I'm good on them Philly blocks
Put a switch on it, I swear it be spilling shots
Five times a day, try to pray I'm still a ox
Shooter used to tell me in Queens, "Don't kill a cop"
Label tell me that's out the budget I still'll drop
Get a lawyer, public defender gon' get you locked
And I still chop with the smokers that's selling socks
On defense, don't even foul em, it's still a flop
Double G shit, I might be Gucci down in the spot
Give this shit to Flex or Clue as soon as it drop
If you knew or not, always in motion, we do a lot

If you really got a problem with me
You could never sit in this Ferrari with me
Scope on the tops so this Glock can see
I ain't got a pay 'em, you get shot for free
On MSNBC, I got Ari with me
They book me to come out, I never party for free
Peep both hands, mami, pardon my rings
I almost relapsed, all them keep talking about lames
I can't do it

Not a day go by I don't be in the studio
Told this bitch I love her off shots of Don Julio
Paradise for gangsters, I'm thinking like Coolio
Shouts to everybody that prayed I would truly blow
Tuck it where you can't even see it, the tooly low
Roll until I go crazy-o and Toki know
I remember, I'm only smoking the bully roll
I'd be up in jail if they knew what my hoodie know
Flip lit, three or four bitches, I'm good to go
East co, open yo chest up just pull it slow
I wanted the bricks straight white that look like snow
Yes man, all in my face, that look like "no"
Amateurs, can't even stand with him, he a pro
Rest in peace to Black Rob on god, that look like whoa
What happened to Virgil? Just got me a Louis coat
If you new or old, know we in the spot we do the most

If you really got a problem with me
You could never sit in this Ferrari with me
Scope on the tops so this Glock can see
I ain't got a pay 'em, you get shot for free
On MSNBC, I got Ari with me
They book me to come out, I never party for free
Peep both hands, mami, pardon my rings
I almost relapsed, all them keep talking about lames
I can't do it

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From the dirt