Eye ft. Chivok Lyrics

It's getting harder but I'm tryna get the fuck up out this hell

Pull out the choppa hit his toppa and I wish my demons well

I love my father, and my momma and my sister you can tell

But to be honest I'm a goner, sometimes I don't know how to feel

This shit get tricky with my feelings cop balencis to dismiss it

It get icky vicky, so I skip it, pop a pillie

She said give me gimmick, if you with it then I'm with it

Can't get too explicit cuz I think my momma listen

I walk in the mall and I cop it, dress up in designer all over my pocket

I don't got soul I done lost it, that will to live that you have I do not got it

That's why I just switch up the topic

And try to be there for you I'm being honest

It feels like my only option, other than that I'm juss chasing a profit

I got demons and angels all up on my shoulder

Can't hear none of 'em, ever since I done woke up

Feel like one player games and I got the controller

I know this my world therefore I am the owner

I feel like a misfit, or I'm on a mission

I gotta put the keys in the ignition

I gotta take off just for you to listen

I gotta get myself a couple million

She like that sticky icky when we quickie

Stick on me just like a hickey

It get tricky tricky tryna fuck up my whole image

See my spirit clearly 4K fight, like if it's a scrimmage

Ain't so scrimmage ain't no gimmick fuck around you'll be a victim

Don't need a coupe blow the brains out the roof

Shorty drop drop top, make him run like duck duck goose

Wanna be so iced out ask her where my super suit

Got me hen for right now sipping with the orange juice

Walking to the corner store or maybe bag a 4 for 4

I only got a 5 so me and my dawg split it just like a whore

When I'm done bitch hit the door

I keep dripping, mop the floor

She be working for the dick just like if it's a fucking chore

It's getting harder but I'm tryna get the fuck up out this hell

Pull out the choppa hit his toppa and I wish my demons well

I love my father, and my momma and my sister you can tell

But to be honest I'm a goner, sometimes I don't know how to feel

This shit get tricky with my feelings cop balencis to dismiss it

It get icky vicky, so I skip it, pop a pillie

She said give me gimmick, if you with it then I'm with it

Can't get too explicit cuz I think my momma listen