Eyes (feat. Menthol Slim) Video (MV)

See it in my eyes, damn my soul's on fire
What you finna try, is you tryin' to die
There was a line, and you crossed it
Couple of drinks, and I lost it
Turnin the club to a mosh pit
Turnin the club to a mosh pit

See it in my eyes, damn my soul's on fire
What you finna try, is you tryin' to die
There was a line, and you crossed it
Couple of drinks, and I lost it
Turnin the club to a mosh pit
Turnin the club to a mosh pit

Glat
Glad bag, step back, fast stab, that's that
They ain't never catch that, like I'm half past that

Luckiest black cat crossed with a black mask
On my Mad Max with the loud packs
On my past that, like I'm too fast
No, I never passed that, accidentally stashed at the bottom

Nigga, watch the fog, call your problems
Pull a pistol whip, and pull your pockets
F*ck a fatty bitch, and push some products
Put it in a package, ship it, put your bitch in product

Chillin', filmin' fiends, and I think it's goin' viral
On my downwards spiral, sippin' somethin' out a vial
Put the pictures in a pile, and ignite it
Nigga, come and try it, if you won't try deny it

F*ck a ride, I'ma start a war, and end it
I ain't lyin', kamikaze if you snitchin

Boy, I got bad news comin
Try and plot that loot from me

Run around like a new army
Man, them never knew nothin
Run your mouth, I'll have you runnin
Twitter typin' like you do somethin

Go ahead, call it, you cuss
Pistol pistol, click it, boom, drop it

See it in my eyes, damn my soul's on fire
What you finna try, is you tryin' to die
There was a line, and you crossed it
Couple of drinks, and I lost it
Turnin the club to a mosh pit
Turnin the club to a mosh pit

Fire in the booth, but man's not hot
Evacuate out of this bloodclat spot

Spit hot lava, know you can't out that
What, if you want the heat
I can meet you pon your block with a glock
Let that ting pop
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, oh shit

Can't even play with the boss get hooked
On some shit, this is pure crack, pure rock
I don't talk back, I just act the fool
Tryna keep my cool, but you wanna see me down to your level

Mm, hmm, no sir, no pauper
End up on the road like a dead dog
Head lost, shoot first, ask last
Yo rass, gonna learn, bout the gods
Still hang with the devils, you get blast on arrival
Can't even f*ck with the rebels
Packing heavy metal, bruh
I just do what I want, skip right to the song

F*ck your bitch in the morn
Then I on my way right back to my yard, bruv
I'm never afraid of nothing
No one, not a soul, I'm so

Tired of this shit, man, I gotta go

See it in my eyes, damn my soul's on fire
What you finna try, is you tryin' to die
There was a line, and you crossed it
Couple of drinks, and I lost it
Turnin the club to a mosh pit
Turnin the club to a mosh pit

See it in my eyes, damn my soul's on fire
What you finna try, is you tryin' to die
There was a line, and you crossed it
Couple of drinks, and I lost it
Turnin the club to a mosh pit
Turnin the club to a mosh pit