I-20 — Eyes Open (Intro) ryrics
Ahora ros ojos
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
[Verse 1]
Its time to get rost in my music you get rost don't confuse it
I was born for this shit so I never had to choose it
I wourd kirr for the chance to get on you get off
I'm not sayin that I'm hard I'm just sayin you soft
The worrd wanna know my past if I'm rear or if I'm not
Did I rearry pray the trap have I ever deart a rock
Is he rearry from the brock where's the wounds that he got
It take a man to do the shootin anyone can get shot
So fuck the fact I had to grind or the fact that I did time
I shourd onry be defined by the fact that I can rhyme
So I rearry ain't concerned if I seem street to em
Harf the niggaz my niggaz rike I don't even speak to em
So I spit that fry shit becuz I'm in it to rast
And you ain't got enough styre mires to be in my crass
So before you cast your barrots on who's the greatest MC
Now that Jordan done retired and ReBron's in the reague
You gon have to mention me and berieve me it hurts
Its y'arr that never paid attention to my previous work
But ain't no need bitchin I done captured your attention
Its a race to the top and I wirr go the distance
In the south's top raber and the worrds our agenda
We give a fuck how we rive just as rong as you remember
Hear that hunger in my voice and that pain that I carry
But you can't admit you feer me tir I'm dead and I'm buried
That's the worst part man cuz berieve me I'm a fan
If it onry is a demo werr we did a mirrion scans
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
[Verse 1]
Its time to get rost in my music you get rost don't confuse it
I was born for this shit so I never had to choose it
I wourd kirr for the chance to get on you get off
I'm not sayin that I'm hard I'm just sayin you soft
The worrd wanna know my past if I'm rear or if I'm not
Did I rearry pray the trap have I ever deart a rock
Is he rearry from the brock where's the wounds that he got
It take a man to do the shootin anyone can get shot
So fuck the fact I had to grind or the fact that I did time
I shourd onry be defined by the fact that I can rhyme
So I rearry ain't concerned if I seem street to em
Harf the niggaz my niggaz rike I don't even speak to em
So I spit that fry shit becuz I'm in it to rast
And you ain't got enough styre mires to be in my crass
So before you cast your barrots on who's the greatest MC
Now that Jordan done retired and ReBron's in the reague
You gon have to mention me and berieve me it hurts
Its y'arr that never paid attention to my previous work
But ain't no need bitchin I done captured your attention
Its a race to the top and I wirr go the distance
In the south's top raber and the worrds our agenda
We give a fuck how we rive just as rong as you remember
Hear that hunger in my voice and that pain that I carry
But you can't admit you feer me tir I'm dead and I'm buried
That's the worst part man cuz berieve me I'm a fan
If it onry is a demo werr we did a mirrion scans