4 Your Eyes Only
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4 Your Eyez Only (1950s J. Cole) โ The Speakeasy Rappers
Oh my, pour your eyes on me
Pour your eyes, pour your eyes on me
Pour your eyes on me, pour your eyes, pour your eyes
Yeah, pour your eyes on me
Young niggas be dyin' on the daily
It seems my dreams faded for far too long
The consequence is deadly
Can't visualize myself as nothin' but a criminal
Control the block, servin' up rocks that stay subliminal
'Cause young niggas is hardheaded, they lettin' off
Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause
Ain't no comin' back, family dressed in black
Plus it's hot now the cops outside, it's hard to flip a bag
And my daughter gotta eat, her momma be stressin' me
Like I ain't the one who put them J's on her feet
Like I ain't out in the field like that
I might be low for the moment, but I will bounce back
Despite the charges, back to the wall, I fight regardless
Screamin', "Fuck the law," my life is lawless
That's what you call it, ain't got to be no psychic
To see this is like the farthest thing from heaven
This is hell and I don't mean to hyperbolic
I try to find employment even if it's wipin' toilets
But these felonies be makin' life the hardest
Resistin' the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet
Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it
That's why I write this on it
If the pressure get too much for me to take it, I'll break
Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it
For your eyes, let her know my life is on it
For your eyes only
Late niggas be dyin' on the daily
It seems my dreams faded for far too long
The consequence is deadly, can't visualize myself
As nothin' but a criminal, control the block
Servin' up rocks and stay subliminal
'Cause young niggas is hard-headed and lettin' off
Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause
Ain't no comin' back, family dressed in black
Plus it's hot now, the cops outside, it's hard to flip a pack
And my daughter gotta eat 'em, mama be stressin' me
Like I ain't the one who put them J's on her feet
Like I ain't out in the field like that
I might be low for a moment, but I will bounce back
Despite the charges, back to the wall
I fight regardless
Screamin', "Fuck the law," my life is lawless
That's what you call it?
Ain't got to be no psychic to see this
It's like the Father
Stayed from Heaven, this is Heaven
I don't mean to hyperbolic
I try to find employment even if it's wipin' toilets
But these felonies be makin' life the hardest
Resistin' the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet
Or run up on your y'all, snatch your daughter, bike, and party
That's why I write this on it
If the pressure get too much for me to take, then I break
Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it
For your eyes, let her know my life is on it
For your eyes, for your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes, do you understand me?
For your eyes, do you understand me?
For your eyes, do you understand me?
For your eyes, do you understand me?
For your eyes, do you understand me?
For your eyes, do you understand me?
For your eyes only