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Eyez on the prize I′m focus
Hustlin' stacking dough up
Dig in my sack and roll up
No looking back won′t fold up
Put in that grind ain't no luck
Suckas be mad but so what
Swag got ya bitch in the cobra
Straight out the mud I rose up

Eyez on the prize I'm focus
Hustlin′ stacking dough up
Dig in my sack and roll up
No looking back won′t fold up
Put in that grind ain't no luck
Suckas be mad but so what
Swag got ya bitch in the cobra

Straight out the mud I rose up

It′s Perb yea you know the time
Road to riches with quotes of mine
Only love and loyalty hold a bond
Gotta hold ya own that's how you gon Survive
From the mud with an endless drive
Ain′t condoning suckas nor endorsing lies
Militant and poised just like a plug
Waiting at the dock for his coke supply
Birds chirping I don't reply hell na I ain′t pressed for no pussy
We parlayin' bet that go ask ya bookie
Feelin like a young vet next to these rookies
Blowin on cookies, baggin up in the trap
Chilly nights had to seal each pack
Needed extra bread just to get ahead
Keep the family fed put us in the map
Rarely I nap I'm too woke
Had to realize all this sauce
Bitches done fell all in love over two strokes
On top that I move like a boss
The price that come with that it cost
No one time fees that′s eyyday
When you in ya field ain′t no ask madden gotta strategize on eyyplay
Raise the stakes raise the payout
Raising hell if the Ks out
Raise the real lames raise out
We just wish em well we don't face droughts
Always me fuck a fake route
CPR that′s the enterprise

East to west we bound to blow
Even down south we finna rise, Let's go

Eyez on the prize I′m focus
Hustlin' stacking dough up
Dig in my sack and roll up
No looking back won′t fold up
Put in that grind ain't no luck

Suckas be mad but so what
Swag got ya bitch in the cobra
Straight out the mud I rose up

Eyez on the prize I'm focus
Hustlin′ stacking dough up
Dig in my sack and roll up
No looking back won′t fold up

Put in that grind ain't no luck
Suckas be mad but so what
Swag got ya bitch in the cobra
Straight out the mud I rose up

Me fall off man of course not
Always keeping my sword sharp
No probably′s no hope so's when it come to rap Ima sure shot
Say they real but they sure not imaginary bands and stirred pots
Only 2 tapes in and the haters pissed
Prolly shit they pants by the third drop
The more bread the more birds flock but I gotta stay super focus
If you look closely then you would notice
My passion on fire I′m too devoted
I'm livin′, protectin', and shootin for it
Practice love over hate spreadin truth get dough in
Points on the work the whole crew is scoring
And it's no fault of mine if ya boo adoring
Whole bunch of shit I done overcame
Parlayin′ got no time for blame
All the petty things tried to leave me drained
Weed and meditation kill off all the pain
Wake up see it′s all a game
Rappin', stackin′ while you mcluvin
Superfly but don't own nuffin
Assets keep the dough coming
Better watch ya liabilities
From bad debt to friends filled with greed

To that bad bitch saying kill it please
All the average minds tryna kill ya dreams
Kill the envy, dead the beefs
Still keep the sig like a chain smoker
Recognize the real enemy if you stay chiseled you ca stay focused Eyes on the prize

Eyez on the prize I′m focus
Hustlin' stacking dough up

Dig in my sack and roll up
No looking back won′t fold up
Put in that grind ain't no luck
Suckas be mad but so what
Swag got ya bitch in the cobra
Straight out the mud I rose up

Eyez on the prize I'm focus
Hustlin′ stacking dough up
Dig in my sack and roll up
No looking back won′t fold up
Put in that grind ain't no luck
Suckas be mad but so what
Swag got ya bitch in the cobra
Straight out the mud I rose up