Caught Their Eyes

Ready for it

I'm ready for it

Yeah

Ah

East-side nigga with the feets high nigga

With that Lisa

Talking about that Lisa nigga

With that Westside nigga

With that Eastside

That dance, uh

Your eyes speak the truth with everything else, lies

They pretend we can but the vibes don't fly, bruh

I survived reading guys like you

I'm surprised y'all think you can disguise y'all truths

I seen eyes wide as they about to shoot

You can be a hairpin off and you can trigger your roots

I wave to these haters, don't give me dap

You know the world can see just how phony you act, bruh

Y'all body language is all remedial

How could you see the difference between you and I?

My crash course was much tougher

Around friends who kill they friends

Then hug they friends' mothers

And show up at the funeral, complete with blank stares

Invisible ink, I had to read things that wasn't there

Memories may sneak down my cheek

But I could see a side eye in my sleep

Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void

Eyes open them up, take off the coins

Still stinging from tears, they try to see you

I'm ready for earth, ready for real

Solipsistic admit it, I see you there

So it seems, so you seem

I can't tell if your image is just a flare

In my dreams, in my dreams

I sat down with Prince, eye to eye

He told me his wishes before he died

Now, Londell McMillan, he must be color blind

They only see green from them purple eyes

They eyes hide, they eyes high

My eyes wide shut to all the lies

These industry niggas, they always been fishy

But ain't no Biggie, no lazy eye, huh

This guy had 'Slave' on his face

You think he wanted the masters with his masters?

You greedy bastards sold tickets to walk through his house

I'm surprised you ain't auction off the casket

Don't big bro me, don't big homie

I've seen pure admiration become rivals

I've been to Paris at least two times

I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a eyeful

Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void

Eyes open them up, take off the coins

Still stinging from tears, they try to see you

I'm ready for earth, ready for real

Solipsistic admit it, I see you there

So it seems, so you seem

I can't tell if your image is just a flare

In my dreams, in my dreams

Hoping I can touch what I feel (hoping, what)

I've been ready for this for real

Hoping I can touch what I see (hoping, what)

'Cause I've been ready for you, for real

Look, you've done enough

Have you no sense of decency, sir?

At long last, have you left no sense of decency?

East-side nigga with the feets high nigga (hoping I can touch what I feel)

With that Lisa

Talking about that Lisa nigga (I've been ready for this for real)

With that Westside nigga

With that Eastside, uh