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These Eyes of Mine

Ghetto Commission

Wise Guys

1998

by this nigga, he ain't trippin' off you 
He to busy paper chasing, so where that leave you? 
Got another mouth to feed now 
My eyes can see that

I gotta roll yea
I gotta roll yea
Iced out pole
Bedazzle my pole

I got the Balmain jeans with the zipper
Lil bitch gotta body of a stripper 
Yea I

like getting dressed 
Got a hand full of ass
Full of purity and soul
Say they been here but they not
And I don't see this getting old
This a new time

the art
Make a move up the chart
Music from the heart
Strike a nerve
With a curve
Think i'm absurd
Preposterous with the words
Think i got my feelings hurt

Fuck with me I am the master
Off of the muscle relaxers
Cursed by the devil the pastor
Says I'm a walking disaster
Teeth of a god damn raptor

bitch no procedures
A+ how you always got the hoes?
In my sleep yo with my eyes closed
Keep the grams bad bitches wanna smoke
Money money I be stuntin

But a chance for success
Let me catch my breath
Then let me get back in
Lace the kick with venom
So murder by the rhythm
Is the case that I was given

on my bullshit I'm about to go in 
Grew up in the ghetto by the ocean
My ship never sink, so we stay a floatin' 
Drop top roof, cruisin' down ocean 
Got

what's my colour i say girl ill colour you red
And i got my team in Trinidad liming by dev he's the king of this jouvert but I'm king of This rap game
If

and lowkey envy me

Shorty stressin' me, say I move aggressively
Moving round cities, never a time, where I can sit and think
Lay low, cause these hoes will do

whatever you like
I mix the lean wit the sprite

You can't turn hoe to a house wife
Most of these hoes they can't act right
She only fuck thoses who got

as hell pass her the L
N***** see us together and they get mad as hell 
But fuck em they jewelry got they neck lookin' like grass and kale 
I’m on a wave my

aint done my daddy got shot buh he lived by the gun  put my heart n this shi i am the one

 They band me buh im comin back louder than drums
 Eatin these

but alright to my storytelling  

When they come by i ain’t telling 

I don’t smoke no weed, idk what u smelling

Don’t deal with hoes why tf are you

I’m balling, I’m hot as Dwyane Wade on Miami Beach 
( GOT ME MUH FUCKIN BALLIN NIGGA !!! )
A room full of vultures, how you move em like soldiers? 
How

and me 

Right now let's start
Go head baby find a way
Make me fall in love today
Taking all your hoes away
Sharing dick I don't play them games

Baby I -

straight like a perm
Boy that last one confirmed it
Good game, yeah he spit that
The sweetest boy, till he got to hit it, never hit back, no explanation

take they hoes
You ain't really real like a ghost
When im suicidal i do the most
Still here to die wheres the toast?
You niggas locomotion
Im sipping

All the people I once knew y'all know who you are
Don't know if you'd even show up at my funeral
You don't hit me up, but I got the same number though

Trippin' up on flows
Slipping, dipping up on hoes
Lookin' for pipen to my jordan
Can't afford her, price just grows
(Stop, I don't like that)

gbe
You got to make hay
While the sun shine
Invest in yourself
While you dey alive
I have to make the best
Oh yes I have to reign
That is beautiful yeh

come back ‘round
In a AMG myself, tryn snatch me one right now
I’ll put up thirty-thou’, them niggas ain’t seen no wraith
In the bitch all by myself
Tryn

These ain't narcotics I wrap my records in plastic bags
Protected by a little cloth pad, and some duct tape
Now they worth a couple stacks, few racks

expensive dates I'm horny
I can see it in her eyes she nasty
By the end of the night we fancy
If a nigga want the smoke he dead
Fuck it imma just go pop for