Lyrics Through The Eyes of a G (feat. Ab-Soul) - Action Bronson

Through The Eyes of a G (feat. Ab-Soul)

Yeah… through the eyes of a G
Through the eyes of a G, see me in the all white Eclipse
A husband pay me 10 stacks to fuck his bitch
Hand up her ass like a Muppet baby, it’s crazy
While she do a buck-eighty in a mustard Mercedes
I move the mustard from Russia to Haiti
Forty-fives will kiss your neck like the touch from a lady
Fuck with my lunch and then the pump leaves you under the daisies
You know your bitch is just another cocksucker with rabies
I’m signing autographs in Spanish, I live with Michael Jackson’s anguish
Hop in the Vanquish and vanish off the manor in a strange manner
Aim the hammer at your dame’s bladder, like it ain’t matter
I smoke 'til I got down syndrome
Tan gators, brown linen
Multi-color money, seven different kinds of cheeses
My silhouette resembles Jesus in all seasons
Take a ginger shot, doing concentration curls with the cinderblocks
Doing squats, hope the ox don’t drop out
Don’t make me have to slap the fire out your pop’s mouth
It’s me… uh
Through the eyes of a G
Yo
Through the eyes of a G
A-B, utilize what you and I use to see
To move forward
Cause I get bored with niggas talking 'bout
Who they used to be, what they used to do
My homie headed to court, not for a 2-on-2
Ironically, I’ll have you know we do it for the sport
Or at least to keep a little gold in this uniform
I’m abnormal like a unicorn that you could get on
Cows jump over moons when my nouns and verbs move
Etiquette of a veteran, still getting checks
You get a F for your efforts, we never trade techs
I tried to keep the peace but now I gotta keep the piece
I speak in synchronistic frequency with triggers squeezing
And one day I’ll drop to my knee and repent to Jesus
'Til then I’m humping my lust demons for no reason
Soul-o ho, from Del Amo to SoHo, ho
Yo, yo, check, «you do not know me, no, no, no
You do not know me but I know you-»
I had to, I had to do it