Eyes of the World lyrics

[Verse 1: Dillon Cooper]
Uh, certified legend
Bow to the God when he step into our presence
Premonitions I be gettin', make a n*gga see the future
Off with their heads, King Cooper, huh
Oh lawd, I'm a shadowcaster
Gettin' b*tches wet when I play that guitar
Axl rose. my guns is black, straight as slacks
[?]
I don't trust none of them n*ggas
'Cause when the time is right they show their colors, my n*gga
That's why I'm catchin' out, I gotta [?], controversy when [?] color, my n*gga
East side we fly, high grade, A+ in the jeep far, Beast Coast
n*ggas takin' your b*tch 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 f*ckin' driveway
Flickin' joints while I'm on the highway
I just want it my way
All of my people be blunted, step in this b*tch
Know we smell funky
All of your people be on me, so back up for we start dabbin' n*gga whut
I'm alive why of the blunt, hope you not a bum 'cause we finna tear this sh*t up
Twenty grams that's ten blunts, n*gga light it up
When the cops lookin' I don't give a f*ck
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 n*gga take that myself
My time invested in a Uzi, n*gga 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"
f*ck that, n*ggas got eyes on your girl
Witch Curry we gon' run the world
Zone 3, Brooklyn, Thailand
You f*ck n*ggas 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, sh*t, 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 f*ck it's like [?] ass n*ggas tryna do become my motherf*ckin' 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 n*ggas break fast
We were under bacon when the [?] walk past, voilà
As-salamu alaykum, Allah
Since I f*ck the globe and [?]
That's word from my n*gga Mark
We turn curse in a [?] curse, n*gga, holy
b*tch better throw that sh*t 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 b*tch 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 n*gga
I'm on the West Side chillin' with the hoes
Shocked [?] and white [?]
n*gga know-know if you bow-bow
G build in my n*ggas loko when they hit
Money a power
[?]
Brooklyn mentality rollin' this hour
And in backwoods on some frontal
Coupe killer real n*gga never front yo
I'm a soulja, Red Army
Young Zeus, I'm godless
[?] when I [?] I got 'em n*gga feelin' 'cause the b*tch 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