Look In Your Eyes

[Intro] Uh, American psycho two Turn the heads on this motherfucker swagger Turn me to fuck up Sometimes you only got a snake around you, man The LA Lakers, man [Verse 1] So it's the motherfucking things I get All the work up within, all the guns I spent Guess it's fuck me now, I'm all news, huh Snake nigga, bitch nigga, you was always soft I never change, still dipping in them things Ranger Rover, all black, rips to the fitted Fifth still with me, in case you want to get with me, pause And never worries with a barrel for my boss I get it going, boy, it's your call My lost shot hit and I made the last score Me and Paul balling, in and out of town with it Street fair, shake down, my nigga's hot with it They should have told me, four niggas stolen, my niggas rollin' Fuck security, ain't even sure God can hold them Fuck security, ain't even sure God can hold 'em Not a soul breathing, [?] forever eating [Hook] You should have seen by the look in my eyes that (Real recognize real) There are some things to say (Making them boss move) You should have known by the tone in my voice, man (Real niggas inside, real niggas outside) But you didn't listen [Verse 2] Keep the grass cut low so I see the snakes Light on the [?] so the fiends feel abase I'm getting A rap money, ya nigga off the crates Still living in hell, ain't two weeks, I'm out of weight From a place where summer ain't promised hell Niggas go to jail, start singing the [?] well Streets know I got the anesthetic Make them numbers stretch cal-esthetic Dope boy from the day of my arrival From that [?] we're through on [?] kiss the nozzle From the [?] get down or lay down Never bite the hand that feeds you That's the motto when joining the shake down I don't drink and drive, I might drink and drive Well, if that's something drown, I just wanna feel alive Word to biggie on Brooklyn till they kill me Middle of the summer, jury got a nigga chilling [Hook] [Verse 3] I am talking, I seem watching Got me on my Jay-Z shit, these niggas chopping They're calling cops on niggas, these hoes watching Sucker niggas telling, but last, he's steady watching We got Brooklyn, we barely eating Up in niggas [?], the competition won't survive Shake down to the death of me Haters want the receipt My people [?] niggas say he blessing me Pretty to [?] my mom steady protecting me I know they hate me, I can see it in their eyes But bitch I'm good, you play me, them shots fly Somebody told you why my life real, I show life I'm in the streets, dark side to the, thug side to the style Keep a couple killers with me, no names, why cry? They can talk all they want But they put a finger on me, them niggas will die What's up? [Hook]