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The truth yeah it hurts
Get put in a church, your gonna need Jesus
Got my eyes on that gold
And everyone knows the story like Theseus
And I
Got my eyes on my prize
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Got my eyes on your cheque
No one on one's unless Russian Roulette
Comfy on my one's & a very big teck
A speech from the g & now she be all wet
Grab him for ransom
Got your door key & your Mrs be thinking I'm handsome
Levels to this,so she ain't throwing tantrums
She said she wun chill & smoke weed with the gangsters
Let's just be real
Domino's g, you should done know the deal
I want this for real
You ain't worth sh** down on my sides like 1 dollar bills
And my bruddas won't squeal
Yeah we real humble but push us we k**
Yeah p**y we will
Got this gully b**h that can pop you like pills
Cuh the roads ain't nice
I ain't no jail bird, can't be smoking spice
I will tell you that twice
But like a jail bird, I'll tek weh mans spice
& your gyal seh she tight
Not gonna lie homes, you best check her twice
Cause us boys ain't nice
Got my eyes on my prize
Right now that's your wife
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The truth yeah it hurts
Get put in a church, your gonna need Jesus
Got my eyes on that gold
And everyone knows the story like Theseus
And I
Got my eyes on my prize
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Can't wait till the day that I make it
See the sky ain't the limit, when there's sh** like a UFO spaceship
Just me myself & I, earphones in & I'm faded
My week is the same all the time, man I feel like Craig David
Man I feel like Craig David
And I know that they want me in a coffin
Cuh your rap is dead & you know that my one is popping
If your gonna gas just like balloons, then we get this sh** popping
Then when the worries all over, my brudda, Yeah we go go shopping
Yeahh we go go shopping
Restaurant style, place in your order
Plus I'm still, go smoke a Little Herb on that corner
When your sitting in the boot, trust me you'll know about torture
Protect yourself my g, wid a very long borer
When were coming round the corner cuz
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