Emanny - Through My Eyes lyrics

[Verse 1: Tsu Surf] What if I told you grandma raised me, she was blind and all I was trappin', little rappin', schools, 9 and all Been to hell and back, couple ditches, all kinda falls Fiending for them pills, I tried to triple that in Tylenols Who's to question 'bout my hustle and the way I'm eating? Got a family, no job, I wake up late for meetings Early morning, all Momma's dishes got the razor treatment Gotta feed the team, God, I can't afford to pay the deacons Man, I believe in a lot of things But I really heard them choppers scream Daddy a man, he ain't a vest, I went and copped the thing Sinnin' since a gremlin Did some sh** to make the doctor scream Speaking of my daddy, that's another story I'd really like to call that my mother's story I was rippin' and Crippin', chillin' it wasn't for me And I'd be lying if I say he ain't do nothin' for me Apologize if I'm talking 'bout me But my fans say they wanna hear me talk about street I could finish it by eight, I'd hit that block 'bout nine Purp and cubicles at work, we leave that office by three sh**, sh**, I got a whole beat to go Long story short, we tryin' to see the dough Ain't mentioned my daughter yet; you should meet her, Joe Just ‘cause you get a shot Don't mean you make this sh**, it's free to throw Kinda smart, won't say I wouldn't have been nothin' But it's something 'bout the streets That make a n***a keep jumpin' When they call, just ‘cause I leave won't mean I make it back My daughter three, I mean she's smart, but try explaining that [Hook: Emanny] I see it my way And it ain't gonna change And you would know why If you look through my eyes [Ad-libs over hook: Tsu Surf] I mean, is sinning really sinning When the end justify the means? Am I wrong for wanting for me and my team? Southward! Cops ain't really doing sh** They just wearing the uniforms and sh** Couple n***as dying every day I mean, what else could you say? [Verse 2: Joe Budden] So many things about this industry is misleadin' Filled with so many feminine ways You would think it's a Miss leadin' From all of my time in the streets I never got dissed for no reason Know I'm in Slaughterhouse now Back then I wanted them pigs bleedin' I'm who the kids see, but I ain't a role model Before I found the genie, he was hiding in a coke bottle And since you talk about your dad you ain't discover When you sign you'll probably find That most these rappers is your brothers Who raised these n***as? Higher learning, school daze these n***as Since I can't let a few graze these n***as It's one and the same, still got every cal I bought Child support to running in labels Begging them for now support The sh** just as foul as I thought From stepping out with weapons out Loved ones in heaven now Persevered through Def Jam, through Lyor through Kevin Liles Got blackballed, bounced back, y'all Now me and Royce be on 7 Mile Hunger of a draft pick, even though I'm a legend now And so I'm blind, like Stevie, to the joy my son get when he see me on TV, but y'all think it's easy I can barely walk in public, if you was in my position, Surf Home and away games are played the same Just on different turfs Nobody loyal, I'm a loner, I don't have a clique To top it off, rap money come slower than Viagra dick Feel like all my prayers hit my loved ones with an asterisk ‘Cause rapper sh** had me out the country When my gram's was sick No blog could ever let you know the half of it Why the f** n***as think I be on my pa**ive sh**? So I can't decide who's the braver man ‘cause you a slave to them streets and I'm a slave to these fans [Hook: Emanny] I see it my way And it ain't gonna change And you would know why If you look through my eyes [Ad-libs over hook: Joe Budden] Ya know what I mean? n***as be wanting to switch places Or trade places, like sh** is all good and all that All n***as see is the cars and the hoes See 'em in the strip club, little bit of j**elry on And think everything gravy though I almost punched one of these s**a n***as In the face last night [Outro: Joe Budden] But the hood sh** don't stop Don't stop ‘cause you ain't in it They only think you take a n***a out the hood You can't take the hood out a n***a Y'all don't feel me though, young numb