Grafh - Eye For An Eye lyrics

rate me

Somebody say hell yeah

Hell yeah

Say hell yeah

Hell yeah

Somebody say hell yeah

Hell yeah

Say hell yeah

Hell yeah

It’s real

As times goes by it’s an eye for an eye

We’re in this together, son, your beef is mine

As long as the sunshine could light up the sky

We in this together, son, your beef is mine

As times goes by it’s an eye for an eye

Light the Illuminati sign with eye opened wide

I’m a hood ass nigga, I would die for my pride

And leave a buck fifty the size of an IPhone 5

Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list

Nigga tried to shoot a fiend, got shot in the fist

We cop blockers, not stopping my swish

Not when the diamonds in my watch are hopscotching off the top of my wrist

I’m just a crook on bail, I put toe tags on niggas

And have them looking like their foot on sale

I hustle up the buck on scale, your broad look like a large whale

Long as a football field, I flip it

Donna, whatever, I cook cop wheels, fiends catching the Holy Ghost

Screaming the good Lord real

The crack rock, I’m back from the back block

I like that, shot the holla back, blocka

Nigga, you ain’t a gangsta, you a corny ass blogger

A Twitter gorilla killer, you a lab topper

I got your bitch giving blows below my belt like a bad boxer

Grafh is a monster strapped with a chopper to clear the air

Like it’s attached to binoculars, half Chewbacca

With enchilada with you and your momma in front of your dad and your momma

Strapped like contra I’m raised by the bad blocks and baby sat by mobsters

Drug dealing niggas, that’s my sponsors, air commas while you raising anacondas

Take naps in your dad’s pajamas, I smash through the … battle rap nada

I punch niggas dead in their face like Mat Hoffer but I’m half bonkers

So when I spas I overreact and drop a Sedan Honda on your goddamn toddler

The bullets to distract, that’s copper

My hands on the gloves up and drop it on my toes, that’s soccer

Wow, paw, paw, paw, that’s rocker

Wow, four gold chains, nigga, that’s shopper

Wow grasshopper, I’m ending the game, I’ll body every rapper to Kendrick name

Till my Twitter mentions the same, and the blood that’s left in their veins

Got sucked, empty the drain with their necks full of fangs

Plus, the rest of their remains just left to stain

I done took them niggas hearts and left their chains, nigga

It’s just a mess, fuck the best, I aim above your neck, bang

Blood, sweat, pain, nigga, life is a gamble

We scramble for money, I might crack a smile but ain’t a damn thing funny

My foot in the dirt, my hand stream muddy till my hands stream bloody

All jewel like Liberace watch me while Jake try to knock me and lock me

Yelling at me, y’all better call the cop

If I called your body get your autopsy

Y’all will see that your heart is probably cardboard and salami

All parking for 90, back up off

You a gangsta but you scared to go backing up off

You get clapped up and tossed then wrapped up in cloth

I raise hell and push Jesus back up the cross

I’m a New York masterpiece, nigga, my Instagram page is like New York fashion week

Fly motherfucker, high motherfucker, fresh to death, dead, die motherfucker

Bang

As times goes by it’s an eye for an eye

We’re in this together, son, your beef is mine

As long as the sunshine could light up the sky

We in this together, son, your beef is mine

As times goes by it’s an eye for an eye

Light the Illuminati sign with eye opened wide

I’m a hood ass nigga, I would die for my pride

And leave a buck fifty the size of an IPhone 5