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The lyrics paint a stark picture of street life, where betrayal and self-preservation are paramount. The narrator lays down a clear boundary: "Never refriend a nigga that stab your back the first time." This sets a tone of distrust, highlighting how quickly associates can turn, motivated by a desire to "slime they partners out if they can't shine." The narrator expresses weariness with those who only reach out for financial help, specifically mentioning "court fines," and firmly states, "I ain't bailin' you out this time." This establishes a theme of learned resilience and a refusal to be exploited any longer. The central tension arises from the stark contrast between the harsh realities of the streets and the narrator's aspirations. While acknowledging the grim environment, where "the traphouse smell like Jeffrey Dahmer house," the narrator also expresses a desire to "see the world and help mankind." This internal conflict is amplified by the grief of losing friends, as seen in the poignant image of witnessing "his moms cryin'" at a funeral. The lyrics grapple with the emotional toll of this life, admitting, "I just thought about the bills, but not my friends dyin'," before shifting to a determined "all grind" phase. A striking element is the narrator's use of vivid, often unsettling imagery to describe their experiences and surroundings. The comparison of the "traphouse" to "Jeffrey Dahmer house" is particularly jarring, underscoring the depravity and danger associated with the environment. Later, the narrator describes meeting the "plug" and enjoying "truffles, drinkin' fancy wine," a stark juxtaposition to the past of selling "pounds of pine." This shift in luxury, from basic to opulent, illustrates a hard-won ascent, even as the underlying cynicism remains, as seen when they send someone "straight to Heinz" for wanting to "get some money." The recurring motif of "the all-seeing eye" is tied directly to the pursuit of money, suggesting a cosmic or societal force that observes and perhaps dictates this relentless chase. Ultimately, these lyrics resonate because they unflinchingly depict a world of scarcity, betrayal, and loss, while simultaneously showcasing a powerful drive for survival and success. The narrator's journey from being the "bad egg" who "hatched and thrived" despite societal rejection – "teachers called a nigga insubordinate," "jobs never would hire me" – speaks to a deep-seated resilience. The closing lines, "Money make the world go 'round, the all-seeing eye," encapsulate the pervasive influence of financial gain as the ultimate motivator and observer in this unforgiving landscape, making the narrator's struggle and eventual triumph feel earned and raw.

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All Seeing Eye

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[Intro: J1Hunnit] (Thank you, GC) (What the fuck, Nima?) 1Hunnit Now let me get on you real quick, I got some news you could use Fuck with me [Verse: J1Hunnit] Listen up, I'ma tell you this shit one time Never refriend a nigga that stab your back the first time 'Cause niggas ready to slime they partners out if they can't shine I stay away from niggas that try to use me as the help line Niggas don't call you 'til they need you for them court fines Yeah, I did it last time, but I ain't bailin' you out this time (I ain't doin' that shit no more) Niggas bad criminals, I think they love jail time I'm waitin' on a box like Bluе's Clues, I love mail time Tеll that fuck nigga go'n and drop his nuts, I never held mine (Hmm) Bro, I wanna see the world and help mankind The traphouse smell like Jeffrey Dahmer house all the time I told the neighbors I got some pork chops in here deep fryin' When granny said that shit would get harder, she was not lyin' I just thought about the bills, but not my friends dyin' (I ain't never think 'bout that part) We went to put his casket in the ground, I seen his moms cryin' I know the rain can't last forever, does the sun shine? (Hmm, I'm just tired) I had my fuckin' off phase, but now it's all grind (I'm back at it) Look, ma, I'm finally doin' somethin', watch your son shine I'm meetin' with the plug, we eatin' truffles, drinkin' fancy wine I'm hittin' 635 with a trunk full of Amanda Bynes Now we got exotic, but we used to sell pounds of pine She say she wanna get some money with me, I sent her straight to Heinz Seventeen-five a t-shirt, but not Calvin Klein Yeah, uh, shit (Not that one) The streets got my mind fucked up, I'm steady asking why I can tell the dope hit good, he got yellow eyes I don't sell shit to them niggas, they whites-only pies (Fuck them cats) My nigga left the world early and didn't tell me bye Now I tend to sit up in the dark and just mope and sigh It's really hard to let you go, but I swear I try (I be tryin', shit, I just can't) But I'm still chasin' chicken every day, I want legs and thighs My family said I was the bad egg, but I hatched and thrived I don't feel like hustlin' every day, but I still supply (I still get up and go get it) The judge said I like to break laws and I don't comply My teachers called a nigga insubordinate 'cause I didn't apply The jobs never would hire me, but I did apply I remember when my first boss fired me 'cause I came in high I done had to play catch up 'cause I fell behind I went to the school of hard knocks, I ain't catch DeVry Never do no dirt with them cats, they'll testify Money make the world go 'round, the all-seeing eye [Outro: J1Hunnit] Know these niggas'll do anything for a dollar

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All Seeing Eye

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