Testo Eyes Can See - Dave East feat. Buda & Grandz & DJ Drama
Testo della canzone Eyes Can See (Dave East feat. Buda & Grandz & DJ Drama), tratta dall'album Book of David
(Gangsta) let's flip the mode a bit
We came to buss rhymes
While we light a spliff, star
(Gangsta Grillz)
From the- (Drama)
Slidin' 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 actin' 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 spillin' 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 shop with the smokers that's sellin' socks
On defense, don't even foul 'em, they still'll flop
Double G shit, I might be Gucci down in the spot
Give this shit to Flex or to 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 top 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 thay keep on talkin' 'bout lean
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 thinkin' 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 Tookie know
I remember, I'm only smokin' 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 top 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 thay keep on talkin' 'bout lean
I can't do it
This resurgence that I'm havin' got you feelin' quite nostalgic, huh? (BNG, from the dirt)
I been runnin' the mixtape game ever since I got here
It's fair to say it's the longest run ever, right?
Hahaha, catch up niggas
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Garcia, Francis Ubiera, David Brewster, Michael Richard Kuzoian
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