Open Your Eyes

Aye yo somebody tell me cool down

Because these youngings is walking 'round with their tool out

They swear that shit cool now

Product of their environment some shit that I can't rule out

The hoods going Yogi I guess I'm Boo Boo the Fool now

Ooo how they forgot exactly what I done for them

I grew up in the back woods so I gotta be blunt with them

I grew up the bad hoods so I could never run from them

And they still hating on me

That's really dumb for them

They all opps Paul Blart

Wild shit Walmart

Back then they wouldn't let me move a little that's a false start

Now they all want me on their card, that's hallmark

Ken Griffey with the bars I always knock it out the ball park

That local fame have y'all all feeling like y'all all stars

It got to your head then you blew it I guess y'all all Marge

Call God cause this a Revelation

No need to set the bar I always raise the expectation

Open your eyes and tell me what you see

I see a whole lot of fame I see a whole lot of greed

I see a whole lot pain they losing the family tree

When I look in the mirror man I'm staring at a beast

Open your eyes and tell me what you see

I see some people down bad I see some people with a dream

I see some people bounce back I see some people on the streets

When I look in the mirror man I'm staring at a King

Yea

School of the hard knocks y'all must've been the last to pass

A lot pressure on me all the time I never asked for that

Almost lost the vision I was tripping man I'm glad it's back

Go Big B with your rapping ass

Back to block they know we good if I say we say we good

5 albums in 5 years yea that's a major look

Had 2 drops that sound like Tupac but I don't play with Shug

Still in the kitchen doing the dishes everyday we cook

Shout out the neighborhood

A Charged Up snapback with a fresh pair of kicks I swear that that's my favorite look

Play Goliath I'll take a page right out of David's book

And get my rocks off on any verse before they play the hook

See this a masterclass I'm bout to go back to back

Drive thru flow 'cause every time they know I grab the bag

Yea they mad at that Hip Hop my habitat

Me on any beat they know that murder is the aftermath

Open your eyes and tell me what you see

I see a whole lot of fame I see a whole lot of greed

I see a whole lot pain they losing the family tree

When I look in the mirror man I'm staring at a beast

Open your eyes and tell me what you see

I see some people down bad I see some people with a dream

I see some people bounce back I see some people on the streets

When I look in the mirror man I'm staring at a King