Open Your Eyes / What She Wants Lyrics

Open your eyes this time

The light is shining on you

I be rapping in key, while y'all be rapping that Key!

Baking soda raps 'bout wrapping keys (please)

Have you ready to quease, stomach touching knees

Slouch socks & soldier Rees, y'all know who can't be appeased

Fulton have y'all favorite copping pleas

Goin' viral how you blew it over white

Like a cop over cheese

It's gone take more than 9-5 to pay them lawyer fees

The type of bread you can't cover off them royalties

Y'all ain't really 'bout that loyalty

Y'all don't want this here more than me

Cleaning house, no competition, that's a chore to me

My parents living, sins forgiven, and my siblings winning

My grandparents called me master, back when we was children

And through my pupils, I may witness a family building

And now that I'm older, it's all an ineffable feeling

It's hard to put in words, my vision is hard to see

All I never had, just falls back on me

It's the art of finesse, with the confines of time

And sometimes, I just rhyme

To keep myself from crying, who ain't tryin?

There's nothing left to do, but live 'fore we die

We can share our pain, and hope to fly

Remain steadfast, we can't help, but try

'Cause every person has a mission, and a question why

This is just a sign that I'm good

So much forgone living a life that some wish they could

There's so many relics that be tucked off in the hood

Open your eyes this time

The light is shining on you

Workin' autonomous, why wait on y'all to honor us?

It's peaks and valleys, fast company, meet economists

As if it makes cents, being good, as common is

The ottoman, is the same color as autumn is

I'm the future being honest is

Name is always in y'all mouth, like ebonics is

P got his foot on y'all necks

Like rocking Dominique Wilkins colored Etonics kid

Try to keep up, y'all not consistent, I'm is

Sipping out this chalice, I'm tasting notes where the finest live,

Not a sommelier, I'm just spitting, y'all know what time it is,

That watch Cartier, that's for the bops & the top they did,

Industry crumbling, humbling,

We independent, we not like y'all is

Open your eyes this time

Your eyes this time

Your eyes this time

Ride, ride, ride

Imma take her boujee ass to Rag-o-Rama,

Let her pick out what she wants,

Imma take her boujee ass to Junkman's Daughter,

Let her pick out what she wants

What she wants

(Yeah)

What she wants

What she wants

What she wants

What she want is me

(Yeah)

What she wants

What she wants

What she wants

(Yeah)