Idle Idol - Eyes That Robb lyrics

[Verse 1] I need 2 Chainz and a Tity Boi Loose thuggin' mate, booze chuggin raised city boy Flea in a hurry from the federale, riders do Find ya roots, deep in the gully like I'm Mavado See ya robbing from the tree of knowledge better hide ya fruit Watch for the serpents lurking, they'll talk to you They'll talk til the pistol get the hissin Or a victim get convicted then they slither in the distance Quatro figure gripping no snitching Catch em cold slipping High off his own shipment You never heard Frankie ? Oh thank me Ocean Sequel when my fleet pull where the bank be Bet the joker told you to shoot me Squad is elite, like Robert in Heat Tactical, I'm at the drawing board, haul up a seat Don't get it twisted like it's Oliver peep [Verse 2] Sticky fingers where the risky lingers Think you got it lock and keyed Copper beam the hinges Lock picking youth barely old enough, rarely sober huh Soldier tough But they kept him in the berrecks Toe to toe he scuffled til he quit with the hysterics So of course he vowed to be rebellious Instead it brought the deadliest Side of him out Rise of the drought Never guising about Hold the pride in his clout Back slap uh cat'll rat so what's the eyeing about My time devise crimes dimes lying about Till I die on the mount You never hear my account I was never there.. From the punch swinging far from a humble upbringing To the streets that should've had a miscarriage Damnit