4 Eyes lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I'm in the game and you n*ggas in the bleachers like clothes stains, n*ggas washed up and I know you tired
She get wet for money, she gon' drown in Ben Franks, leave it on the hanger, let it air dry
Balenciagas, I just run and take the S off her smile, n*ggas still can walk a mile in 'em
A n*gga had to grow four eyes, one on the left and right and I put two on my backside
I spend two bands on thе sweater, but I ain't stuntin' her
Thеm n*ggas scared, we drive them foreign whips like monster trucks

[Verse]
I gave the streets acne, I know they bump my sh*t enough
Long as I ain't dead, I got codeine in my liver
Told you you not a part of us, you must don't remember
That b*tch just hit me with her tongue, we ain't goin' public
We bag 'em up like groceries, then he go in Publix
All my jewelry underwater, you know this sh*t official
n*ggas be scared, when it get dark, they sing like Bryson Tiller
You're a rat, but you got P's, we call that Master Splinter
He hate when cash stick out my jeans, I got more money than him
For all my n*ggas just got sentenced, I just count commas
They don't talk at all, when they come home, I buy 'em Hummers
Trashbag full of money, n*gga might go buy a dumpster
Roll in the streets, sometimes you gotta see your honor
In Brooklyn like KD, sometimes you gotta leave the Thunder
Barely can see, I need contacts, delete all my numbers
You gotta pay to stand in my hood, but I need Ghetto free
I ain't goin' broke, I'ma stay up, what the f*ck is sleep? (Al Geno on the track)
Who you gon' f*ck, me or Nick? Take a knee
My name Cap
[Chorus]
I'm in the game and you n*ggas in the bleachers like clothes stains, n*ggas washed up and I know you tired
She get wet for money, she gon' drown in Ben Franks, leave it on the hanger, let it air dry
Balenciagas, I just run and take the S off her smile, n*ggas still can walk a mile in 'em
A n*gga had to grow four eyes, one on the left and right and I put two on my backside
I spend two bands on the sweater, but I ain't stuntin' her
Them n*ggas scared, we drive them foreign whips like monster trucks

[Post-Chorus]
COVID-19, these n*ggas sick, they can't come 'round us

[Outro]
Roll in the streets, sometimes you gotta see your honor
In Brooklyn like KD, sometimes you gotta leave the Thunder