Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ALL EYES ON ME, artist - EarthGang. Date of issue: 24.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ALL EYES ON ME |
| Warriors die but they live in the sky |
| I never seen a Gucci watch in my future, sign of the times |
| And God whispered in my dreams, shawty open your eyes |
| I got so much more in store for you, they can’t touch what’s mine |
| Pack my whole life’s precious moments in a line |
| And shawty singing my songs, she think she know what’s on my mind |
| She think she know what’s on my mind |
| All eyes on me, huh |
| I want all my niggas free |
| I could tat a hundred tears on my face |
| I could call out a hundred names |
| Got a twenty-dollar bill, get your hands up |
| You survived last year, get your hands up |
| I know that money tight, that stimmy check light |
| I should stash some but we gon' ball for the night |
| Black lives matter, yeah, I said that, ho |
| Trap lives matter, gotta let them know |
| My cousin poppin' pills 'til the pain gone |
| His daddy out of jail, he just came home |
| He probably need a hug, yeah |
| But you know he a thug, yeah |
| Tryna find a way to make a dollar tree shake |
| These niggas lyin', these niggas fake |
| FN in the glovebox, you know I’m concealin' it |
| Racism still alive, now we just revealin' it |
| Niggas talkin' down, but I still flex |
| Snakes in the grass, but I still step |
| Woo |
| All eyes on me |
| Workin' magic with that P-P-P |
| I could tat a hundred tears on my face |
| I could call out a hundred names |
| Got a twenty-dollar bill, get your hands up |
| You survived last year, get your hands up |
| I know that money tight, that stimmy check light |
| I should stash some but we gon' ball for the night |
| Mama I ain’t made it 'til you quit your nine-to-five |
| I was on the road when I found out my uncle died |
| I lost a lot of sleep, but know we should’ve talked more |
| I worked so hard, I can’t forget what this is all for |
| Roll up some, just to burn away the guilt |
| We been trined only pain can make it real |
| Don’t need no one to validate how I feel |
| I been really in the fields since bein' healed |
| If your diamonds don’t dance, what’s the chain of command |
| Silicon Valley bosses rockin' dockers and vans |
| WowGr8 for the fans, call me doc if we friends |
| I’m barefoot walkin' through the creek in thousand dollar pants |
| You tryna stay cool with your BM, put your hands up |
| Speaker Knockerz, I’m too faded, can’t even dap you up |
| Shoulda died so many times, but I know that pussy tight |
| If nothin' else it’s still another reason to survive |
| I realize it’s |
| All eyes on me |
| World is crazy, niggas duckin' when you sneeze |
| I been fuckin', got a family to feed |
| And I don’t plan on ever stoppin' droppin' seeds |
| I’m tryna outwork my libido, run them bands up |
| If you take care of your people, put your hands up |
| Yeah, you know the vibes, this is real life |
| And can’t nobody tell me I ain’t ballin' for the night |
| All eyes on me, huh |
| I want all my niggas free |
| I could tat a hundred tears on my face |
| I could call out a hundred names |
| Got a twenty-dollar bill, get your hands up |
| You survived last year, get your hands up |
| I know that money tight, that stimmy check light |
| I should stash some but we gon' ball for the night |