Journalist 103 - "Evil Eye" lyrics

Uh.. Yeah.. Uh... [Verse 1: Journalist 103] In the midst of the blunt smoke Younguns politicking and pack toast Tryin' to get G's no lactose I ain't claimin' to seen it all, but I've seen a lot and upclose Learned the definition of cutthroats Had to learn the smell of the crack smoke, one hit and you're gone Lose your life in pursuit of the white ghost Family support was an all low Since your boy wasn't getting dough I was treated like Sambo So I get lost in the beat like Poltergeist So know I speak facts whenever I say I'm nice Grew up bumping [?] and paparazzi, authentic rapper, far from a carbon copy Today's youth is going kamikaze, drowning and seeing they old bud [?] War with the devil's army, it's time to get your weight up Strap up your boots and come fight beside me [Hook x2] Illuminati got my mind, soul and my body Secret society, try to keep their eye on me That's why I try to keep the iron on me Cuz I know every step I take the evil eyes on me [Verse 2: Journalist 103] All I do is party and sip Bacardi [?] it's unrealistic got receipt at age 40 Trying to live a grime story Instead of learning our self-worth, reaching high and tryin' to live a life of glory You n***as bore me, claiming that your life gory The turnaround of where skirt n***as mad corny Your rhymes grocer than a f*g orgy You should do us all a favor and just take the bag and groceries I get right with the mic devices The bar set pose less of a threat than the ebola virus My advice is, pay homage, learn who the nicest Study the graph so you can cause a crisis Proper movement, culture for the inner city It's much bigger than making money this grind gritty There's no pity for the weak shown Staying true to my roots with the micphone to smash clones [Hook x2]