HOW DO U C ME?!

[Intro]
How do you see me as you look into my eyes
How do you see me as you lay up on the rise, tell me
How do you see me as you look into my eyes
How do you see me as you lay up on the rise, tell me

[Chorus]
Real talk, why you try and go ahead and be a narc?
Why you try and go ahead and see us talk?
Then you go ahead and try to steal the art
You getting rocked
Real talk, why you try and go ahead and be a narc?
Why you try and go ahead and see us talk?
Then you go ahead and try to steal the art
You getting popped

[Verse 1: EB]
Don’t judge me, you are not my maker
You try to touch me, you be crushed like paper
You thrown, B, point guard like Saben
In the trash heap, you be like the vapors
Local niggas weren’t playing CT
So I had to go hard on this dummy nigga tape cut
Niggas real dumb dipping speedy
When them numbers in the bank getting high, my pay stubs
So what if I move different?
So what if I’m really not shooting triggers?
Ion want trouble, you better move nigga
Niggas stuck in the trap, not a mood, nigga
Niggas playing with gats, Looney Tunes, nigga
Tap dance like coons, when they shoot, nigga
I dip when the block get hot
Cuz niggas really getting shot over dumb thots, don’t see me

[Chorus]
Real talk, why you try and go ahead and be a narc?
Why you try and go ahead and see us talk?
Then you go ahead and try to steal the art
You getting rocked
Real talk, why you try and go ahead and be a narc?
Why you try and go ahead and see us talk?
Then you go ahead and try to steal the art
You getting knock the hell out

[Verse 2: EB & Alxandah]
Victim mindset ain’t for me, my man
We face off, you Gus Fring with a bang
Heard them niggas talking cap, but they want be like half the gang
Walter move in silence, so assume we doing shit the same
I only remember acts, man don’t go off any names
Only thing I can recall, is most these niggas being lames

[Verse 3: Andrew Kelly]
Innovative kinda man
Take the devil by his hand
Show ‘em the ropes
Dust off ya feet if you can
You not a diligent man
Not being as real as you can
What is ya plan
Stuck in jelly in a jam
Is this a deli goin ham
Blunts rolled head band
Month old sweat pants, yeah
I will send a hit
All my dawgs will double tap ya like an Insta pic
They are so legit
All they do is throw plays, not no instrument
I need more of this
I’m so hung on the trees like fucking ornaments
Married to the game, I’m never divorcing it
This shit just come to me I’m never forcing it
One day I buy a house and put a Porsche in it

[Chorus]
Real talk, why you try and go ahead and be a narc?
Why you try and go ahead and see us talk?
Then you go ahead and try to steal the art
You getting rocked
Real talk, why you try and go ahead and be a narc?
Why you try and go ahead and see us talk?
Then you go ahead and try to steal the art
You getting popped

[Verse 4: Portraits of Tracy]
Tell me, how do you see me?
Hop up out the double R, ya gurl screaming
Creaming, when she see the sunroof while it's beaming
Demon, and I’m doing 95, no EB
Niggas saying I'm it, but they ain't even pee pee
Loading up the DAW, about to make a greatest hit
Niggas near or far bitch, they know that we the shit
Slide this to ya DJ, get it popping in this bitch
Niggas throwing hella bows, man this shit is Ludacris
I can’t fake a fucking laugh EB