Evil Eye - Journalist 103

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In the midst of the blunt smoke

Younguns politicking and pack toast

Tryin' to get G’s no lactose

I ain’t claimin' to seen it all, but I’ve seen a lot and upclose

Learned the definition of cutthroats

Had to learn the smell of the crack smoke, one hit and you’re gone

Lose your life in pursuit of the white ghost

Family support was an all low

Since your boy wasn’t getting dough I was treated like Sambo

So I get lost in the beat like Poltergeist

So know I speak facts whenever I say I’m nice

Grew up bumping Cold as ice and paparazzi, authentic rapper, far from a carbon

copy

Today’s youth is going kamikaze, drowning and seeing they old bud

War with the devil’s army, it’s time to get your weight up

Strap up your boots and come fight beside me

Illuminati got my mind, soul and my body

Secret society, try to keep their eye on me

That’s why I try to keep the iron on me

Cuz I know every step I take the evil eyes on me

All I do is party and sip Bacardi

it’s unrealistic got receipt at age 40

Trying to live a grime story

Instead of learning our self-worth, reaching high and tryin' to live a life of

glory

You niggas bore me, claiming that your life gory

The turnaround of where skirt niggas mad corny

Your rhymes grocer than a fag orgy

You should do us all a favor and just take the bag and groceries

I get right with the mic devices

The bar set pose less of a threat than the ebola virus

My advice is, pay homage, learn who the nicest

Study the graph so you can cause a crisis

Proper movement, culture for the inner city

It’s much bigger than making money this grind gritty

There’s no pity for the weak shown

Staying true to my roots with the micphone to smash clones