[Hook]
See me eye to eye
The way I'm livin' out this life it's like I'm tryna die
We gotta make it out those slums, can't see my momma cry
It's time we made that money, stack it, see them dolla signs
Ay, ay
See me eye to eye
The way I'm livin' out my life it's like I'm tryna die
We gotta make it out those slums, can't see my momma cry
It's time we made that money, stack it, see them dolla signs
Ay, ay
[Verse]
So whatchu tryna be?
My nigga sittin' on the blunt
Trappin' a dime of weed
I'm tryna make it to them hills, I say that honestly
Could never see me in the [?]
Ay, ay
Y'all niggas stay folded
6 inch I can see shit
Y'all bitch niggas ain't totin'
One day I'ma get rich and paint the Rolls Royce golden
Task force whippin' Lambos
Close and pass out in slow motion
Cold light no explosion
Y'all only seein' half of the pain (of the pain)
These inner struggles feelin' wrapped in my brain holst'
Young nigga hanging thread from a dead rope
These dreads on my head
Lay in bed watch [?]
But I don't get it why you flexin'?
I put my word out in a message
Can't [?] see the path I'm headed
So then the commas counting up you can forget it, ay
[?] fuck with me [?]
One point we was real close
Now we split ways like a peace sign
All I wanted was the feline
Swear to god she was divine
Turns out she a false god
Just another thot from the East Side
Eternity can never be mine
[Hook]
See me eye to eye
The way I'm livin' out this life it's like I'm tryna die
We gotta make it out these slums, can't see my momma cry
It's time we made that money, stack it, get them dolla signs
Ay, ay
See me eye to eye
The way I'm livin' out my life it's like I'm tryna die
We gotta make it out these slums, can't see my momma cry
It's time we made that money, stack it, get them dolla signs
Ay, ay
[Verse 2]
All y'all niggas gon' talk shit
Tryna work with no profit
[?] outfit ain't out yet
Hill-esque, tryna house sit
Y'all niggas really whack tho
[?]
Y'all niggas like Hasbro
Playin' games wit' a lil asshole
Y'all niggas really got a problem, then solve it
No rubix cube, nigga ain't got knowledge
We makin' money, gettin' stacks
We gotta profit
So when we [?]
On the dot bitch
Cobain was written by LIamette.
Cobain was produced by Ziti Beats & Popstar Benny.