[Verse 1: Moustache Ricky]
Fixing my eyes on The Lord
Then I pull out my sword
Text got my eyes on the prize
Knees with my feet hit the floor
Y’all n* want any more?
Teeth got the grit homie, homie
Com de garçon got the sauce all on me
Aha Gazelle but I’m not so lonely
I pull up, they pull up that (skrrt)
Shawty look summer cause dress is skirt
I pray cause I’m fighting temptations (Mmm)
I’m fighting, I’m fighting the patience
Wait on the Lord oh my soul
At 14 I really want gold tooth
At 18 I got on that soul truth
At 19 I met girl of my dreams
Before 21 - I don’t you
I see the future more clearer than ever
The past in my back like the rearview
Look in the mirror like bro
Are you thankful the Lord knows you?
Like how many people know you?
You got all them likes, whole foods
Milk but she mixed, call that tofu (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Moustache Ricky]
Fixing my eyes on The Lord
Y’all sing with all that discord
Enough with the talking I’m bored
I kick and push when I’m on board
They pray, so I pray then it’s amen
Struggles, they pushing, they weighing
I talk and they listen, some weigh in
Like fighter, I’m bruising, my weight class
Been off from the jump but some caved in
Got nothing to front so I’m chilling like waiting
Got stunt on my growth, but some rappers they heard
You grow taller with sleep so they lay in
I’m serving them ads like a waitress
Switched up all my flows and put space in
Can’t stop when God got this Waveship
Minds out of space like a spaceship
Top Gun and I’m cruising, no race kid
Top Gun and I’m cruising, no race kid
I’m black and white like mixed race kids
I’m black and white like mixed race kids
Fixing my eyes on The Lord
Fixing my eyes on The Lord
Fixing my eyes on The Lord
[Verse 3]
Fixing my eyes on The Lord
Smelling like Christian Dior
I stick with some Christians galore
I do not need your rapport
You talk and you talk like report
I’m into designer decor
Still lacking a little decorum
Too many comments like forum
Ya’ll ain’t in shape, losing form
You not a member, this a quorum
Remember when I reached my quota
Now they all asking for quotes
I’m pushing that work like bok
Spring and it’s shining, the sun’s out
Lord, I got eyes on The Son now
Lord, I got eyes on The Son now
I’m smiling, this really a fun house
I’m smiling, this really a fun house
My minds with wind, let it air out
Fixing my eyes on The Lord
Fixing my eyes on The Lord
Fixing my eyes on The Lord
Fixing my eyes on The Lord
Fixing my eyes on The Lord
[Outro]
Fixing my eyes on The Lord (Yeah)
Fixing my eyes on The Lord
Fixing my eyes on The Lord
Fixing my eyes on The Lord
Fixing my eyes on The Lord
Fixing my eyes on The Lord