Eyes Songtext
von Zaytoven feat. Boosie

It don′t go like that, nigga
Put the clip in first
Yeah, like that
Like that, nigga
Aight, nigga


It was a dream, me and my brothers
To be on that level, not begging for nothing and running with hustlers
Started serving them feigns, me and my cousin
I rapped him a song, he told me go on
I rapped him another, I was 15
Deep in the struggle, I'm from the hood
My girl from the hood, her daddy is buggin′
Flamel the hot up in my body
Bobbing and weaving from narcotics
I pray when everybody sleep, my nigga
On pills, no sleep, my nigga
Niggas start hating on me
I kept a 40 and a 45 every time I go outside
I'm ready for war, I swear to God
I felt them waiting on me
Diabetes, God must don't like me
How you let these niggas tell on me and indict me
This shit is frightening

These are my odds
Hatred, jealousy, and homicide
Dear Lord, I don′t wanna die
These are my odds
People telling lies, telling lies
Telling lies, all this with a smile
These are my odds
Feeling like I′m running out of time
Gambling, putting it all up on the line
Who can I trust? Nobody
Who should I love? More problems
These are my odds


I never could trust shit
Cause so much of fuck shit
You got me fucked up, nigga
I didn't get lucky, nigga, this that hood shit
I gambled all night, I′m talking all night
Nigga get fucked up, he talking all night
This what we call life
Just was 'round a nigga who just got life
Who he missing right now
That′s normal shit up in this jungle '
Round how they snitching right now
I had to learn to forgive my own sin
I watched juvies fuck grown men cause they was on then
I watched my life clone men, I was the wrong friend
Sometimes making them cross the gun line
But I never left them in that place when they got caught by one time
Not one time, I never left you, nigga, never left you
So for you to turn against me, you the devil, nigga

These are my odds
Hatred, jealousy, and homicide
Dear Lord, I don′t wanna die
These are my odds
People telling lies, telling lies
Telling lies, all this with a smile
These are my odds
Feeling like I'm running out of time
Gambling, putting it all up on the line
Who can I trust? Nobody
Who should I love? More problems
These are my odds

Too many people counting on me now
Dear Lord, I don't wanna die
Pussies killing real niggas now
No playing when it′s time to slide