God's Eyes Video (MV)

God's eyes but it's looking at the wrong guy
My niggas used to hustle, selling drugs, but then we cut ties
'Cause this music shit ain't saving nobody around me
And as more bodies begin to drop, I'm hoping that I find peace
Before death finds me
We are not the same
My mom don't know I rap
Better than selling crack
I used to whip a Porsche
Until I crash that horse
I used to have it all and all of that was not enough

Look
We screaming gang gang
Like this a game we play
I almost lost my bro
I rather lose my soul
These chips we stacking like its just another lays bag
Never chase a hoe, when we run you know we chase a bag
To keep it real with you
I don't f*ck with you
A bitch once played my heart
So I learned the game she played
And now it takes me days
To text you back a hey
I wished for better days, but they took that shit away
They took my money, ran it up might cop a Bentley truck
I bet you're smart, but to be honest I'm just tryna f*ck
That bitch flipped on my dick, like her name was Harley Quinn
They whisper my accomplishments and yelling out my sins
I might get nick a chain, ice it out or keep it plain
Bitch you just a side, have you lost your f*cking mind?
To waste a nigga time I swear that gotta be a crime
She put that booty on my Gucci, guess that bitch ain't choosey

God's eyes but it's looking at the wrong guy
My niggas used to hustle, selling drugs, but then we cut ties
'Cause this music shit ain't saving nobody around me
And as more bodies begin to drop, I'm hoping that I find peace
(I'm hoping that I find peace)
Before death finds me
We are not the same
My mom don't know I rap
Better than selling crack
I used to whip a Porsche
Until I crash that horse
I used to have it all and all of that was not enough

I'm saving up these bands to put my niggas in a mansion
When I hit the store, I waste that mansion on some f*cking fashion
Said you getting money but we all know that you steady cappin'
Ezemoneyy could've told you this no f*cking love letter
She ruined my life and I let her
I'm dreamin' in hopes we get better
She riding my dick I feel better
She coming in first, gold medal
She whipping the Benz to the store
I'm working OT on the weekends
I keep up my grind til the week ends
I'm weaken
I might've sip some liquor for my feelings
You said you getting money, nigga are you dreaming?
I po' it up for shawty 'cause she always dripping
She social like Rihanna so she anti
This ain't no hentai
Bitch, this is real lifeI
I got a couple hoes
I got a couple woes
I lay his ass down
If he one of those
They smile in your face but talking shit behind your back
What the f*ck is that

God's eyes but it's looking at the wrong guy
My niggas used to hustle, selling drugs, but then we cut ties
'Cause this music shit ain't saving nobody around me
And as more bodies begin to drop, I'm hoping that I find peace
(I'm hoping that I find peace)
Before death finds me
We are not the same
My mom don't know I rap
Better than selling crack
I used to whip a Porsche
Until I crash that horse
I used to have it all and all of that was not enough