Eye-to-eye

In my world it's
Work or be still, so figurative
Boys, live out their life so they can please their own bitch
I get it, girls like to go out with guys who like to impress groupies by making them think that they're rich
Watch me arrive on a drift, in a manual shift
Flicker the Bic for the spliff, and get higher than a bitch, so agitative
I'm a, righteous man, but a man, so I get heartbroken when they leave me unread
I got, much to prove and nothing to lose
But a couple hundreds out on records that'll be booming out soon
I'm not gon' agree that it's all eyes on me, just that we don't see eye-to-eye so I know in the end you gon' leave
This ain't a practice, y'all be wanting fame but always napping
Sleeping eight hours won't get you the platinum chalice
I ain't gon' lower myself for a bitch just 'cause she wants to put her ass in an Aston Martin
It's y'all's dream, I don't see clearly where the love for the music might be
If there's one thing y'all be caring about it's money
Solely for the soul, but that soul is tampered by the thought of power and that all makes you hungry

Again I'm a righteous man
Not one to fuck with, or you'll be put to the ground with a reduced lifespan
Try to, understand why you can't touch god's hand, y'all complain but never make a stand
I had to say Rest In Peace to some well alive people they just been dead to me, I guess it's how it's 'sposed to be
I'm not gon' agree that it's all eyes on me, just that we don't see eye-to-eye so I know in the end you gon' leave
Y'all just fucking blind

(We don't see eye-to-eye so I know in the end you gon' leave)

In my world it's
Work or be still, you ain't got a choice
Girls, live out their life so they can have their own voice
I get it, they like to say they're 10's to every boy but say anyone can always improve themselves, of course
I move smartly like Charles Barkley in 93
You can't pawn me, I ain't a piece of property
My mind is godly, I'm laughing on the phone with Kiwosaki
I'm underrated but watch me steal the thunder like Percy

For once I'm a, humble man
Not one to fuck with, I feel like I touched Midas's hand
And I ain't gon' pretend I ain't, sparking this green, 'cause I'm used to dark scenes, y'all music is bland
I take weed and transcend up to the other side, inside
Take the hint and get out, ain't got the time for this clout
I'm not gon' agree that it's all eyes on me, just that we don't see eye-to-eye, so I know in the end you gon' leave

Make up your mind
Eye-to-eye
Make up your mind
Eye-to-eye