Eye 2 Eye (Explicit)

Written by：Shane Lindstrom/Jacques Webster/Quavious Marshall/Kirshnik Khari Ball

Producer：Murda Beatz

Real ni**a I

Get high touch the sky

Right hand in the air

Left hand in the pot

Real ni**a I

We see eye to eye

Real ni**a I

We see eye to eye

Yeah

I see green in your eyes

It don't lie

It's lit

Blue dollar bills in them hills to the sky

Cash

We put the floor on dash

Know all my hoes they go and cash

Over that bag they mad

I know the problem

Eye to eye

Trips to Dubai

I could see that they jealous

Don't know why

Is it 'cause we lit at 4 AM at the spot

Put that on your tongue

Wait for the swag to unlock

If you searching

Come look for us alright

Over the border

We import 'em

Just don't record us

Poppin' at the crib

The living room look like the Forum

Roll the dice at night

I take the chance in the morning

Know what I mean

We ain't really with that camera sh*t

We f**k up for real for real for real

We f**k up the check for real checks

We havin' the lean exotics

And percs she havin' the X pill lean

We know how to flex for real

We hop on the jet the time we kill pew

These niggas be wildin' chasin' money

While I'm signing deals

I got a 'Tek Philippe

And I bought a skeleton ice

I'm a deadly weapon

I'm about to go off in a second

Moving bricks and medicine

She like to fly pelican

Touch the sky heavenly sky

Designer belt from the netherlands

Real ni**a I

Get high touch the sky

Right hand in the air

Left hand in the pot

Real ni**a I

We see eye to eye

Real ni**a I

We see eye to eye

Yeah

I see green in your eyes

It don't lie green

Blew dollar bills in them hills to the sky

We put the floor on dash

All of my hoes they go and cash

Over that bag they mad

I know the problem

Real ni**a I I

Pop a perc' and fly

Crack that seal and take a whiff

And I come back alive die

Niggas commit suicide when they don't got mob ties

Flip It like It's Five Guys

I'm 2 Pac get all eyes

Look at the b**ch she a dime

So many watches a ni**a can't run out of time

They get out of line

The gang in your yard with the strap

Like the uber driver with the sign

I've been known to tell the truth in my raps

But these other rapper tell lies lies

Real niggas keep the trap alive

Ain't no fabrication on the vine

It's cap

Real ni**a I

Get high touch the sky

Right hand in the air

Left hand in the pot

Real ni**a I

We see eye to eye

Real ni**a I

We see eye to eye

I see green in your eyes

It don't lie green

Blue dollar bills in them hills to the sky

We put the floor on dash

All of my hoes they go and cash

Over that bag they mad

I know the problem