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Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see The eyes are the windows to the soul My man is one of the greatest Yeah, ayy Wrote this one in the mountains out in Tennessee, a tin of tree Attempt to kick the tens but I got tendencies, sins to beat and grins to seek Passed out in the mountain top and skim the peak How God playing the drums for a young nigga and I miss the beat, misery Strapped with red and green like we feel Christmas-y, but it's a beam If he objеct to the tax then we just sеnd a lien, and kiss the creek My physical form recalled every lift of finger, hiss and creak Kicked the beans but now, to a critic, I can't be pissed to speak Civilly, liberally, toe the gas, hear the Jeep spin and heave My glick with me twenty-six, so it really don't take shit to sneak A meal can't make those bitters sweet, start thinking 'bout love differently Stop taking so much seriously, I'm taking all that's given to me Liquor pitcher clinkin', Henny drenching on my clearer speech Stay away from my ear 'cause I don't operate like peers can think Chasing down a way but appearing only empirically Attempt to replicate it, a waiting fate there to sneer at me I talk sometimes just knowing my phone the only one listening Advertise the digit app when I spend a bag Advertise the fitted mag when I'm finna crash Half the time at the virulence I just sit and laugh If we ain't there to spark the revolution, all our Siri's can Letras de cancionesDope from the high sierra got my sclera like a jerry can I was barely there, I barely dwell, I'm getting scared, I can't How we feel toward domestic terrorists? Prepared for them (One of the greatest) Ayy, I swear to you Robert Horry already scored if you lost me I just put my ho through college, Lori Laughlin My mama ask me why I'm on my story coughing 'Cause I'm a marksman, ayy And perfect aim be exhausting, a game we can't all win Quick scan look like I'm scamming on the odds, but really I accepted randomness of God Shit, it is what it is, and it's not what's it's not Nigga try me like I'm pussy, he gon' get a surprise They don't know if I'm a rookie or if it's a disguise That lil' nigga know what he doing, you can see in his eyes Shit, it is what it is, and it's not what's it's not A nigga try me like I'm pussy, he gon' get a surprise They don't know if a nigga rookie or if it's a disguise That lil' nigga know what he doing, you can see in his eyes You can see in his eyes Take a look at this It's highly theoretical Theoretical? Do I have to remind you that theory is a beginning solution? From Letras Mania