Pray for Eyes

Lyrics
I am the mayor Don't play games I will scoop you I was a man back when you were a child Don't you dare talk on me, I'm on some real shit Get back in your cell and pray for eyes There is no more room for you left in my mind Nothing beats the original From grove hill to Upham's corner Crack a biscuit Say hello to the sports coat Watch what you say and where you throw your shit It's a beautiful day for a broken wrist When you get to be my age you do what you can Another day in the life of the original grown-ass man You can't top the original because he is the superman The devil has my tongue, and I'll prove it Co-you ain't shit It's a beautiful day for a broken wrist Who are you? Who are you? You ain't shit Pray for eyes Get back in there Pray for eyes You can't beat the original Take that down from the wall A true warrior of the cell I'll tell you what I'll do Sir, I'm knee-striking you I'll take you to the hole You're dead You're dead You're dead Try to calm yourself You're dead You're dead You're dead I'll tell you what I'll do Sir, I'm knee-striking you And don't think I'm afraid Because I'm coming back fifteen-deep That's how the fuck I roll I'll take you to the hole You're dead You're dead You're dead I'll tell you what I'll do You're dead You're dead You're dead
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Credits
- Producers
- Eric Rachel
- The Red Chord