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syro - eyes on my prize lyrics

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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-t down on my sides like 1 dollar bills
and my bruddas won’t squeal
yeah we real humble but push us we k!ll
yeah p-ssy we will
got this gully b-tch 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

chorus
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-t like a ufo sp-ceship
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-t 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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