Eyes Ridin' Low

Fall to my knees ask the LORD to forgive me It's hard to believe in beyond what I'm living You see that the sinning it is a religion Can't stand here and say that I made my decisions Devils' a liar he wants me he's winning Been lit on fire before the beginning I'm labeled a rider for shit that I've been in You see me my priors they led me to prison Uuuuuuuggghhhhhhh So don't bring that fuckboy fake shit around me No credentials no felonies Rapping about the G life that you lead Knowing damn well that this life ain't free Counterfeit what you continue to be When the reals in the building then you take a knee Pay attention to every word I speak You ever look in the eyes of an enemy Before you laid him out in the middle of the street Run back to the ride while you throwing up three Run back to the ride while you throwing up three It's not what I wanted how it's supposed to be But you better be about it when you close to me And try to find peace in that rosary Until then I'm a be here with my Eyes riding low Surrounded by this smoke Glass of jack & coke And this is what I wrote Look around me it's real My homies they know the deal Give a fuck about what you feel You might still get peeled Full grown I'm tryna live right But there's something inside that won't let me get by Maybe I'm cursed from the work that I did You know what they say that you get what you give If that was the case then I should've been dead Two to the chest maybe one to the head Is it skills or a plan why I'm living instead Numbing my brain tryna kill the regret Now all I wanna do is get paid homie Fuck with tracks crizbeetz just laid on me On the real you can still get sprayed homie I'm something like Doc Holiday homie The K A with an AK on me They mistaken if they thinking they know me Ain't nothing for you to say homie A homie A homie Eyes riding low Surrounded by this smoke Glass of jack & coke And this is what I wrote Look around me it's real My homies they know the deal Give a fuck about what you feel You might still get peeled Eyes riding low Eyes riding low Eyes riding low This is what I wrote Eyes riding low Eyes riding low Eyes riding low This is what I wrote Roll it light it let me hit it Fire fight it wait a minute Hold it in burning feel it Call me killer I'm a kill it Bottoms up never spill it Gang bangers drug dealers Only fucking with the realest I'm about to hurt your feelings With this track It's through the ceiling Wig split back peeling Hitting switches three wheeling Throwing threes we chilling Kas all up in the building I'm a need a couple million Every body on the floor I'm a get you riding low Eyes riding low Surrounded by this smoke Glass of jack & coke And this is what I wrote Look around me it's real My homies they know the deal Give a fuck about what you feel You might still get peeled Eyes riding low Surrounded by this smoke Glass of jack & coke And this is what I wrote Look around me it's real My homies they know the deal Give a fuck about what you feel You might still get peeled