Eyes of the World

Album cover art for "Eyes of the World" by Dillon Cooper & Denzel Curry & Azizi Gibson

Dillon Cooper & Denzel Curry & Azizi Gibson - Rap

Eyes of the World

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[Verse 1: Dillon Cooper] Uh, certified legend Bow to the God when he step into our presence Premonitions I be gettin', make a nigga see the future Off with their heads, King Cooper, huh Oh lawd, I'm a shadowcaster Gettin' bitches wet when I play that guitar Axl rose. my guns is black, straight as slacks [?] I don't trust none of them niggas 'Cause when the time is right they show their colors, my nigga That's why I'm catchin' out, I gotta [?], controversy when [?] color, my nigga East side we fly, high grade, A+ in the jeep far, Beast Coast Niggas takin' your bitch like a stolen Rover Gettin' brain at a lot at Rolling Roaster So you wanna get high? Elevate and levitate into the sky You realize like we speak truth Samurai mind state we see you So blind like the Beegees, never gonna be me Weed in my lungs pump it out like a chimney My [?] gemini, [?] Bow to the master, listen to the teacher [Verse 2: Azizi Gibson] I roll a hundred blunts for my killers Then I roll two blunts for my chick 'Cause she don't really smoke that much She be coughin' all just with one little hit I said as much as it makes you feels sideways Smokin' up like every day is friday Rollin' up while I'm smokin' I ain't even leave my fuckin' driveway Flickin' joints while I'm on the highway I just want it my way All of my people be blunted, step in this bitch Know we smell funky All of your people be on me, so back up for we start dabbin' nigga whut I'm alive why of the blunt, hope you not a bum 'cause we finna tear this shit up Twenty grams that's ten blunts, nigga light it up When the cops lookin' I don't give a fuck All these girls sippin' stuff, keep rollin' up She a champ, damn, give that girl a belt I don't never need no help I smoke all day, young nigga take that myself My time invested in a Uzi, nigga feelin' free like Boosie Bullets gettin' high, get coochie [?] while I bang and I'm Gucci Unless that ass some boujee Welcome to the "Eyes of the World" Fuck that, niggas got eyes on your girl Witch Curry we gon' run the world Zone 3, Brooklyn, Thailand You fuck niggas really got some nerves Knockin' on the door when you see "Do not disturb" Everything I get it I'ma swerve If you ain't know, shit, you gonna learn [Verse 3: Denzel Curry] Got a lot vagina up in the hemisphere and raw dog the world (World) Rollin' my dynamite, explodin' the paper genetic make up up on your girl (girl) Steadily travellin' through the wave of the cosmic powers upon the spin Parody parody couldn't compare to me even if you was my twin (Twin) So what the fuck it's like [?] ass niggas tryna do become my motherfuckin' steeze? Clon 'em everybody, bring 'em down [?] Was ever any organism on that [?] me As the time like puzzle had my mind [scarrowin'?] Scrap it, told y'all niggas break fast We were under bacon when the [?] walk past, voil� As-salamu alaykum, Allah Since I fuck the globe and [?] That's word from my nigga Mark We turn curse in a [?] curse, nigga, holy Bitch better throw that shit back like scolly [?] just killa control the oceans I killed beside so I'm soulless But godly you couldn't stop me I'm Rick Bobby I drop these nuts on your bitch face like bowling [?] melancholy because you saw me From callin' until the God that the world cosmic [Verse 4: Dillon Cooper] [?] Showtime Marvin Johnson [?] Rolled up, hold up, blighted Never excited 'cause a light that flame leave you blinded Simple-minded never minded Cold butter I'ma need check your claiming East Coast nigga I'm on the West Side chillin' with the hoes Shocked [?] and white [?] Nigga know-know if you bow-bow G build in my niggas loko when they hit Money a power [?] Brooklyn mentality rollin' this hour And in backwoods on some frontal Coupe killer real nigga never front yo I'm a soulja, Red Army Young Zeus, I'm godless [?] when I [?] I got 'em nigga feelin' 'cause the bitch wanna find out where I'm sittin' and the city 'cause they heard get is back and then I always keepin' strapped when I hit Mouth full of gold, no limit Get it and I spend it Can I like my woman? [?] [?] Head it to the bank Who I got a thing Cuts in the world Straight shooters [?] blame

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Credits

Writers
  • Denzel Curry
  • Azizi Gibson
  • Dillon Cooper