Eyes Open Lyrics

Keep it G if there's anything to Learn

Seen the hungry become greedy

Watch they operation burn

Now I learned to many lessons

Keep it street look how they turn

They see me I had to catch 'em

Put my life up in my verse

Eyes open

Street nigga

Wise spoken

This season

Heat checc

On my opponent

No three wishes

Wish they would think I'm jokin

You switched nigga

You bitch nigga

Die slowly

You hear me

Don't you ever think a nigga cappin

Just bc a nigga rappin

Up this bitch it get to clapping

I jus wanna make a million

Then I promise you can you have It

Vina gone I'm feelin tragic

Shed a tear and get to spazzin

One mic one chance

One fight one wood

Some flight one light

Burn it up burn it up

Til I'm dumb high

Run it up run it up

Til it's done right

Did I mention

Dedication to this mission

Wasn't whippin in the kitchen

Let it fly like it's a pigeon

If I ever told you game

I trusted you to see my vision

If I ever told you game

Then you was capable to listen

One heart one soul

One start Live it up

Life it up Just play yo part

I'm heatin up I'm heatin up

Ion give a fucc I see em hatin

They can save it

Got the heater tuccd

Talkin to me crazy make me treat you like a opp

Askin all them question got me thinkin you acop

These bullets ain't no pebbles they gon Make yo body rocc

It gotta be a foul the way they made his flop

When you learn a lesson it's gon change the way you move

Always keep it genuine in everything you do

I usually play the beat then start It off wit I'm the uce

Gotta play to win like I got everything to lose

Keep it G if there's anything to learn

Seen the hungry become greedy

Watch they operation burn

Now I learned to many lessons

Keep it street look how they turn

They see me I had to catch 'em

I put my life up in my verse

Young Loc, Samoan crip 45th

I love the set I love my gang

You know what it is

Second wind got my shovel

Then I went to dig

I'm from San Diego

Where you know it's trivv

Don't you ever think a nigga cappin

Just bc a nigga rappin

Up this bitch it get to clappin

I just wanna make million

Then I promise you can you have It

Vina gone I'm feelin tragic

Shed a tear and get to spazzin

One Crip. His Lady

Four kids. One table, six chairs

May we all sit. Eyes open

Head up yeah my minds goin

Times rollin Gotta do it now even I know it