Everytime I Blink
(Al Geno on the track) mm, mm
It was never 'posed to be this way
Count a million every time I blink, yeah
She wanna fuck me for the Cuban links, yeah
Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin'
Yeah
Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict
Yeah
Look past the surface, you might see me well
We ship the work
That's why my nigga got a CDL
Straight through the mail
Bullet shells got me traumatized
Runnin' through racks, gotta watch my back
Can't see my mama cry
Yeah, yeah she just want a lace front
And some mink lashes
But she can't get nothin' but the
D just like I'm barely passin'
Young nigga swervin' in that Bentley like
I'm 'bout to crash it
I'm out in Cali with the gang
I'm smokin' Calabasas
I went too hard in this shit
I got my boys in this bitch
And you might think we goin' fishin'
We got rods in this bitch
You ain't makin' no noise
In this bitch 'cause
We gon' blow your head to pieces
Like a racist cop, i might just shoot you if
You get to reachin'
Four in the morning, get to creepin'
Nigga, they yawnin' and they sleepin'
My hitman just like a deacon
This shit turn me to a demon
Niggas told me this my season
I ain't turned back yet
Gotta feed my niggas, so I run up a check
Yeah
My young niggas get a whole lot of guap, yeah
I might get you hit just
For playin' on my top, yeah
Rylo, that's my dawg, he put
On for his block, yeah
My chains hittin' like the sun
They think my jeweler from Phoenix
(Jeweler from Phoenix)
They ask why you in Palm Angels
While you ridin' in a Demon?
(Ridin' in a Demon)
Free Duke and Juice
My niggas Bloods down the road like
Grew up by myself
Don't even wanna die alone
Bill with T-Mobile
But I spent way more money on this styrofoam
(On this styrofoam)
They say lil' mama fire just
Like some ashes, yeah, yeah
I was thinkin' 'bout him every time
I see some matches, yeah, damn
That nigga was speakin' on my name
Fifty thousand on my chain
Six-figure nigga, I'm still on the block
Two hundred on my car dash
Like I'm Travis Scott
Two hundred on my car dash
Like I'm Kanye West
Count a million every time I blink, yeah
She wanna fuck me for the Cuban links, yeah
Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin'
Yeah
Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict
Yeah
Look past the surface, you might see me well
We ship the work
That's why my nigga got a CDL
Straight through the mail
Bullet shells got me traumatized
Runnin' through racks, gotta watch my back
Can't see my mama cry