Superstaar Beats - Eyes On My Prize lyrics

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Superstaar Beats - Eyes On My Prize lyrics

Chorus The truth yeah it hurts Get put in a church, your gonna need Jesus Got my eyes on that gold And everyone knows the story like Theseus And I Got my eyes on my prize Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Got my eyes on your cheque No one on one's unless Russian Roulette Comfy on my one's & a very big teck A speech from the g & now she be all wet Grab him for ransom Got your door key & your Mrs be thinking I'm handsome Levels to this,so she ain't throwing tantrums She said she wun chill & smoke weed with the gangsters Let's just be real Domino's g, you should done know the deal I want this for real You ain't worth sh** down on my sides like 1 dollar bills And my bruddas won't squeal Yeah we real humble but push us we k** Yeah p**y we will Got this gully b**h that can pop you like pills Cuh the roads ain't nice I ain't no jail bird, can't be smoking spice I will tell you that twice But like a jail bird, I'll tek weh mans spice & your gyal seh she tight Not gonna lie homes, you best check her twice Cause us boys ain't nice Got my eyes on my prize Right now that's your wife Chorus The truth yeah it hurts Get put in a church, your gonna need Jesus Got my eyes on that gold And everyone knows the story like Theseus And I Got my eyes on my prize Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Can't wait till the day that I make it See the sky ain't the limit, when there's sh** like a UFO spaceship Just me myself & I, earphones in & I'm faded My week is the same all the time, man I feel like Craig David Man I feel like Craig David And I know that they want me in a coffin Cuh your rap is dead & you know that my one is popping If your gonna gas just like balloons, then we get this sh** popping Then when the worries all over, my brudda, Yeah we go go shopping Yeahh we go go shopping Restaurant style, place in your order Plus I'm still, go smoke a Little Herb on that corner When your sitting in the boot, trust me you'll know about torture Protect yourself my g, wid a very long borer When were coming round the corner cuz Chorus