Trae Tha Truth - All Eyes On Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Ro Ransom] Apply everything I've learned My fans ain't hand me nothing homie, everything I've earned People that can't swim, should watch what bridge they burn I don't know what rappers they like, but go tell them it's my turn n***as get a couple homies and start talking 'bout they team See a couple movies and start talking 'bout they dreams I ask them about integrity, they don't know what that means Just know men and women speak, but everything ain't what it seem Pain and scars Amazing bars Sushi edamame, n***a Asian sauce Thirty thousand, let me see if I could break you off If they saying time is money, then I've paid the cost Something like a swordsman Cutting deals, endorsements Partner I want all of it, every single portion Jeans imported Me, important Female with me, skin glowing like porcelain [Hook: Ro Ransom] We finna ride around We finna ride around We finna ride around We finna ride around All day and all night, everywhere that we go All eyes on me, double cup until we slow Man I've been a real G from the jump I ain't never had to front Got the woodgrain wheel if a hater trynna stunt Real G from the jump I ain't never had to front Got the woodgrain wheel if a hater trynna stunt [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] I'm sittin Off in a Bugatti the color purple Don't trip, this ain't for me, this my b**hes while she on purple And plus this gas will leave b**hes trippin' like they was Urkel Don't worry, plus the clip of this heat the shape of a circle We're looking like a world premier Call it 106 & Park Plus I'm on some other sh** Flying 106 in the dark Laughing at b**hes who chasin' after my phone numbers Now when I get paid, my checks be looking like phone numbers Presidential flights to Alaska just for dinner Steak and King Crab, I'm telling you that's a winner Or I could swap it up, cop me a personal plate From that b**h off the greatest chefs, drinking $400 shakes A million dollar n***a, still hood Still thuggin' in these Levi's, tell them I'm good To my haters, I'd like to thank you for life And throw it up, b**h I'm a gangster for life [Hook] [Verse 3: Ro Ransom] Playing East one triple nine I've got money on my mind It would be an understatement to say that my girl is fine Dawg, they trynna beat the clock Me, I'm trynna take my time 'Cuz I'm trynna take what's yours Turn around and make it mine Man I've been playing the game, you n***as blowin' the cartridge Got my family with me and I ain't talking a partridge Send my best regards to those who hate me regardless Should be a Navy Colonel, I survived so many hardships I've been through so much, ain't no tellin' what's next Burberry cologne, that's the smell of success Attracting your girl and repelling the threats Making this world heaven, to hell with regrets Now the fire I'm walking in I guess you could say it's what I'm awesome at Yote hails 10039, so fine, I am the talk of that Greatest city in the world, put on for that Somebody tell me if I'm wrong for that I say what I feel, young n***a too real And I bet they want me gone for that [Hook]