All Eyes On Me Lyrics by EARTHGANG
Warriors die but they live in the sky
I never seen a Gucci watch in my future
Sign of the times
And God whispered in my dreams
“Shawty open your eyes
I got so much more in store for you, they can’t touch what’s mine”
Packed my whole life’s precious moments in a line
And shawty’s singing my songs
I think she knows what’s on my mind
She think she knows what on my mind
All eyes on me
I want all my n***** free
I could tat a hundred tears on my face
I could call out a hundred names
Got a 20-dollar bill, get ya hands up
You survive last year, get ya hands up
I know the money tight, that stimmy check light
I should stash some but we gone ball for the night
Black Lives Matter, yeah I said it hoe
Trap lives matter, gotta let ’em know
My cousin’ popping pills till the pain gone
His daddy out of jail, he just came home
He prob’ly need a hug, yeah
But you know he thug, yeah
Tryna find a way to make a dollar tree shake
These n***** lying
These n***** fake
Efen in the glovebox, you know I’m concealing it
Racism still alive, now we just revealing it
N***** talking down but I still flex, snakes in the grass but I still step
All eyes on me
Workin’ magic wit’ that PPP
I could tat a hundred tears on my face
I could call out a hundred names
Got a 20-dollar bill, get ya hands up
You survive last year, get ya hands up
I know the money tight, that stimmy check light
I should stash some but we gone ball for the night
Momma, I ain’t made till you quit yo’ 9-5
I was on the road when I found out my uncle died
I lost a lotta sleep, I know we shoulda talked more
I work so hard, I can’t forget what this is all for
Roll up some’
Just a way to burn away the guilt
We been trained, only pain make it real
Don’t need no one to validate the way I feel
I been really in the field since Ben Hill
If your diamonds don’t dance, what’s the chain’ of command?
Silicon Valley bosses rockin’ Dockers and Vans
WowGr8 for the fans, call me Doc if we friends
I’m barefoot walking through the creek in thousand dollar pants
You tryna stay cool wit’ ya BM, put ya hands up
Speaker knockers, I’m too faded, can’t even dap you up
Shoulda died so many times
But I know that pussy tight
If nothin’ else, it’s still another reason to survive, I realize
It’s
All eyes on me
World is crazy, n***** ducking when you sneeze
I been fuckin’, got a family to feed
And I don’t plan on ever stopping, dropping seeds
I’m tryna outwork my libido, run them bands up
If you take care of yo’ people, put ya hands up
Yeah, you know the vibes, this is real life
And can’t nobody tell me I ain’t ballin’ for the night
All eyes on me
I want all my n***** free
I could tat a hundred tears on my face
I could call out a hundred names
Got a 20-dollar bill, get ya hands up
You survive last year, get ya hands up
I know the money tight, that stimmy check light
I should stash some but we gone ball for the night