All eyes on me.
All eyes on me.
All eyes on me.
You know what?
I bet you got shit that you don't know who to trust.
So many player-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us.
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'.
Straight to the depths of Hell is where them caps is goin'.
For all you slam damn niggas, holla when you see me.
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me.
I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride.
Hittin' motherfuckers up when we pass by.
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, the city when I'm high.
Fuck with me and get crossed, player, the future's in my eyes. 'Cause all I want is cash and thangs, a
five-double-O Benz for my blastin' rags, uh.
Bitches pursue me like a dream.
Been known to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend.
It seems my main thing was to remain just paid.
The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade.
