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my eyes - tel money lyrics

[intro]
scary made this cold

[verse]
look at my eyes, stare at my soul, you can tell man’s evil (uh)
all the bullsh*t man’s been through, i f*cked that gyal and i made’ deceitful (b*tch)
why you want tek bad man for some clout? like i didn’t send a thousand of pounds
like it wasn’t me and you against them
relied on you when i had no friends (everyone thought i’d getting birded)
and this be the realest sh*t that i wrote
ain’t no rapper boy to get shows, i’m on my block where i’m still involved (still involved)
all these years you spent on the roads, you can’t be out here talking the most
and you got nothin’ round you to show, it’s about time that you let that go (get a job)
i’m p*ssed when i’m at ric’s grave (rip)
and if man locate the k!llers, m squad got another murder case (baow)
front line no i don’t turn away (no), ding dong be the german way (skrrt)
i do it like the manor house mali, hang out the whip and burst his face
send him to the poligates (all of ‘dem man)
jumper celine, amiri my jeans, i’m more comfy in my nike tech (uh*uh)
i was flying so much pounds on cali, i’m breaking off dust for the lifers (b*tch)
gangsters move in silence, you ain’t ever seen 20 bags in fivers (never)
block party, i get violent, them times there we was cool with the 9ers
shotgun, i put my faith in the mac*10, and my hood line banging like bad breath (ayy)
shook now, run him over, standard
put him in a box like maccies (tsh)
send him to the sky with the birds and angels, painful
i leave my gun with rachel (ayy)
she keeps the pattern stable, deceitful, she only knows about faithful (faithful)
i’m getting watched by labels, grateful, i want to d*ck down mabel (come here)
i don’t believe in *n*l, i get the p*ss’ real wet like wayou (woosh)
we got the block side jumpin’, pumpin’
i’ll make the yuck boys runnin’ (runnin’)
i got a link in dublin, i’ll get grenade launching that pumpkin (baow)
[chorus]
stare in my eyes and tell man’s evil
show the real side bout darkness (darkness)
i wasn’t making money in jail, till i jumped on farms and gardens
high down, doin’ up drones, i still wan’ s*x miss jones (wagwan miss)
h*lla’ models was texting my phone, i can’t let my ex one go (where you goin’?)
look at my eyes, stare at my soul, you can tell man’s hateful (darkness)
demon time like sai so, i put my shooters ‘dem on a payroll
you think the local beef’s all gravy, slapped that off in saintsbury’s (baow, baow)
something got left flat line on the back road, now the opp block’s all tapey

[outro]
now the opp block’s all tapey, it’s real sh*t

- tel money lyrics

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