Shit is getting scary
Yea, eyes on the prize
Can't see my enemies
Wasting my energy
Already dead to me
They is my sons I'm teaching em lessons
Look I got the key, and I'm keeping em guessing
They testing, and pressing, and pushing my buttons
Playing it cool, I ain't giving them nothin
Ice in my veins, walking through flames
20 to 3, man I been in the game
Shooting up shots, making a lot
They get in my face and I'm giving em range
But this is what they say, I don't fit the game
I've been warming up the bench for so long
That I could tell you every play they bout to make
They way too predictable
F*ck working the rest of my life I'm in here to get my residuals
Then make it perpetual
Flipping the script and I'm making em dip
Now I'm deadass on deadeye, I swear I don't miss
Calling the shots and I'm takin a sip
If they betting on me they ain't wasting a chip
Checking the stats and they taking the over
Pockets on dimes, dishing assists
Squad get involved then it's already over
You live and ya learn, man it is what it is
My eyes on the prize, can't see my enemy
Told you before I ain't wasting my energy
Let's keep it short if you tryna step to me
Bringing that fake shit, you already dead to me
You already dead to me
You already play in the garden and pushing up daises
Already dead to me
Yea, eyes on the prize
Can't see my enemies
Wasting my energy
Already dead to me
My eyes on the prize
You can't steal my energy
They hate when I rise
Just like heat with humidity
If you want me to die
To increase my celebrity
Well keep this in mind bitch
You already dead to me
I don't be giving a f*ck bout your views and your bucks
The way that I move is avoiding a dunce
You chose to askew what I spew as Defunked
Till I drill you and give you the fame that you want
See you gassed up by them clowns that you round
Let that slick shit spill out N BPs will go down
Say you want smoke till we airing it out
Cuz like debate teams we be speaking in rounds
That stint in rehab really f*cked you up
Think you Billy badass when you really a punk
Just another Maytag nigga washing trunks
Now you tough in the booth think you wild like us
We don't vibe with no lies to get your props up
Like the top drawer nigga you'll get socked up
Like the God Thor got this hammer for your banter
Through your car door you done got struck
N it's all over bullshit you sold to people
For the fame gave your soul
Fam fillin cathedrals
That's the game it's so cold
No love in this evil
And the pain they uphold cuz they ain't
Feel the needle
Keep your mind on the gold
Cuz the bros will deceive you
So will hoes never know who's goal it is
To bleed you
Believe me it's Heby jeeby and crazy fecal
Its easy to get queezy but believe in you
My eyes on the prize, can't see my enemy
Told you before I ain't wasting my energy
Let's keep it short if you tryna step to me
Bringing that fake shit, you already dead to me
You already dead to me
You already play in the garden and pushing up daises
Already dead to me
DaLeerium - Dead to Me (feat. Micky Perry & IsoDope Beats) Lyrics
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Shit is getting scary
Yea, eyes on the prize
Can't see my enemies
Wasting my energy
Already dead to me
They is my sons I'm teaching em lessons
Look I got the key, and I'm keeping em guessing
They testing, and pressing, and pushing my buttons
Playing it cool, I ain't giving them nothin
Ice in my veins, walking through flames
20 to 3, man I been in the game
Shooting up shots, making a lot
They get in my face and I'm giving em range
But this is what they say, I don't fit the game
I've been warming up the bench for so long
That I could tell you every play they bout to make
They way too predictable
F*ck working the rest of my life I'm in here to get my residuals
Then make it perpetual
Flipping the script and I'm making em dip
Now I'm deadass on deadeye, I swear I don't miss
Calling the shots and I'm takin a sip
If they betting on me they ain't wasting a chip
Checking the stats and they taking the over
Pockets on dimes, dishing assists
Squad get involved then it's already over
You live and ya learn, man it is what it is
My eyes on the prize, can't see my enemy
Told you before I ain't wasting my energy
Let's keep it short if you tryna step to me
Bringing that fake shit, you already dead to me
You already dead to me
You already play in the garden and pushing up daises
Already dead to me
Yea, eyes on the prize
Can't see my enemies
Wasting my energy
Already dead to me
My eyes on the prize
You can't steal my energy
They hate when I rise
Just like heat with humidity
If you want me to die
To increase my celebrity
Well keep this in mind bitch
You already dead to me
I don't be giving a f*ck bout your views and your bucks
The way that I move is avoiding a dunce
You chose to askew what I spew as Defunked
Till I drill you and give you the fame that you want
See you gassed up by them clowns that you round
Let that slick shit spill out N BPs will go down
Say you want smoke till we airing it out
Cuz like debate teams we be speaking in rounds
That stint in rehab really f*cked you up
Think you Billy badass when you really a punk
Just another Maytag nigga washing trunks
Now you tough in the booth think you wild like us
We don't vibe with no lies to get your props up
Like the top drawer nigga you'll get socked up
Like the God Thor got this hammer for your banter
Through your car door you done got struck
N it's all over bullshit you sold to people
For the fame gave your soul
Fam fillin cathedrals
That's the game it's so cold
No love in this evil
And the pain they uphold cuz they ain't
Feel the needle
Keep your mind on the gold
Cuz the bros will deceive you
So will hoes never know who's goal it is
To bleed you
Believe me it's Heby jeeby and crazy fecal
Its easy to get queezy but believe in you
My eyes on the prize, can't see my enemy
Told you before I ain't wasting my energy
Let's keep it short if you tryna step to me
Bringing that fake shit, you already dead to me
You already dead to me
You already play in the garden and pushing up daises
Already dead to me
Yea, eyes on the prize
Can't see my enemies
Wasting my energy
Already dead to me
They is my sons I'm teaching em lessons
Look I got the key, and I'm keeping em guessing
They testing, and pressing, and pushing my buttons
Playing it cool, I ain't giving them nothin
Ice in my veins, walking through flames
20 to 3, man I been in the game
Shooting up shots, making a lot
They get in my face and I'm giving em range
But this is what they say, I don't fit the game
I've been warming up the bench for so long
That I could tell you every play they bout to make
They way too predictable
F*ck working the rest of my life I'm in here to get my residuals
Then make it perpetual
Flipping the script and I'm making em dip
Now I'm deadass on deadeye, I swear I don't miss
Calling the shots and I'm takin a sip
If they betting on me they ain't wasting a chip
Checking the stats and they taking the over
Pockets on dimes, dishing assists
Squad get involved then it's already over
You live and ya learn, man it is what it is
My eyes on the prize, can't see my enemy
Told you before I ain't wasting my energy
Let's keep it short if you tryna step to me
Bringing that fake shit, you already dead to me
You already dead to me
You already play in the garden and pushing up daises
Already dead to me
Yea, eyes on the prize
Can't see my enemies
Wasting my energy
Already dead to me
My eyes on the prize
You can't steal my energy
They hate when I rise
Just like heat with humidity
If you want me to die
To increase my celebrity
Well keep this in mind bitch
You already dead to me
I don't be giving a f*ck bout your views and your bucks
The way that I move is avoiding a dunce
You chose to askew what I spew as Defunked
Till I drill you and give you the fame that you want
See you gassed up by them clowns that you round
Let that slick shit spill out N BPs will go down
Say you want smoke till we airing it out
Cuz like debate teams we be speaking in rounds
That stint in rehab really f*cked you up
Think you Billy badass when you really a punk
Just another Maytag nigga washing trunks
Now you tough in the booth think you wild like us
We don't vibe with no lies to get your props up
Like the top drawer nigga you'll get socked up
Like the God Thor got this hammer for your banter
Through your car door you done got struck
N it's all over bullshit you sold to people
For the fame gave your soul
Fam fillin cathedrals
That's the game it's so cold
No love in this evil
And the pain they uphold cuz they ain't
Feel the needle
Keep your mind on the gold
Cuz the bros will deceive you
So will hoes never know who's goal it is
To bleed you
Believe me it's Heby jeeby and crazy fecal
Its easy to get queezy but believe in you
My eyes on the prize, can't see my enemy
Told you before I ain't wasting my energy
Let's keep it short if you tryna step to me
Bringing that fake shit, you already dead to me
You already dead to me
You already play in the garden and pushing up daises
Already dead to me
Writer: Jacob Leer, Micky Perry
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid