Текст песни Eyes On the Road (feat. BIGTIM) [Remix] - KELLIYON

I don't do drama, I only want commas
My stick like lightning, I'm bringing the thunder
Juice cold like freezer, I'm hot as a sauna
Don't fuck with these niggas, they talk to your honor
Fencing like Birdman, I'm number one stunna
And I stay dripping like I need a plumber
You keep your hoe, nigga, I do not want her
Gymnastic with math, cause I'm flippin' them numbers
Turn dollars to thousands, turn M into B's
Run up the racks like this shit a breeze
Bills in abundance, I get them with ease
I bless a bitch like I just heard a sneeze
Blowing the cash like this shit grow on trees
Having this shit so I do is I please
Pushed out the foreign, this shit don't got keys
Major league ballin', I need referees
I'm popping my shit while these niggas pop pills
B in the bank, getting bundles of bills
Know niggas hate tell they broke ass to chill
Just got two new bitches, they pussy, I kill
Attacking the paint, bitch, I ball like O'Neal
Need all of my fees and I don't do no deals
Got rich niggas watching, I'm right on they heels
My eyes on the road, bitch, I focus on mills, Big Tim

Got two bad bitches in the backseat
Hands on the wheels, two eyes on the road, nah
I just saw my ex and she asked me
Who you gon' call when the times get cold, nah
She think I'm an asshole just cause I got hoes that be calling my phone, nah
All I know is no drama, keep your eyes on the road, Yeah

I'm trying to do Benz on a island
But I'm more like friends in a Honda
I'm still trying to gain me some diamonds, so I'm still rhyming
Speaking of diamond, Big Tim is about it
Spitting my verse, hope I ain't getting bodied
After I die, I will still be embodied through algorithmic compositions I'll leave to my children
Now listen, I get it, I solved it, it's all good
Why are we hurting our own hood
We in the streets like some lost boys
How is that bringing justice to George Floyd
I got bitches that want me to come more
But I can't cause the cops killing us more
I remember when I was a sophomore I saw Philando Castle get shot
Hard to believe that we can get stopped
Just for being black, what a nice ride
But I'm still trying to get it, I'm just 17
But a nigga got self-esteem you never seen
I produce my own shit, mix it and master it, write it
You can't say that I'm not about it
Niggas trying to disrespect all my progression
Discredit my ethics, I totally get it
Cause if I was you, I would do that shit too
The money, don't worry, I'll get to it
Touring places that I never been to
But homie the hustle don't stop
Cause if I was you, I would stare out the window
See it ain't shit but some rainbows
When I be selling out staples
Just believe I remember you fake bros, yeah