Eyes Can See

(Dave East, what up Quimby?) (The next ten fifteen minutes is about to be the most lit shit in existence) (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