God's Eyes - Roddy Ricch

He thought the money make you happy, it don’t make you different

I start to see that shit myself when I got a couple million

Rolled through the mud, I can’t lie, I seen too much

Real steppers outside, they’ll squeeze and bust

I told my brother have some patience and your day’ll come

Now he sittin' in the county jail and he ain’t got no bond

You can’t walk inside my shoes like a Sneaker Con

I overcome obstacles and they still come

I was tryna make a way out, like it was my first day out

Remember my first day out, now I got M’s in account

I eat that pussy like steak, she eat my dick like a crepe

I got some niggas in the South, I sip on purple like grape

These streets by my side, you don’t want war with us

I felt so stuck in my life I had to pour me a cup

If I hurt your feelings, I’m sorry, I don’t apologize

My penthouse got a bird’s view through God’s eyes

I got gang gang (Gang gang), I got mob ties (Mob ties)

I got Porsche, with the frog eyes

Got a hand-crafted Jet Jet with a PalmPilot

All this money on my mind, I talk to God about it, yeah, yeah

I gotta grab dough (Grab dough)

Brand new white-white Rolls Royce and that bitch match her toes (Yeah, yeah)

I was out flockin', I ain’t have a choice, I ain’t even had no clothes

I put my wrist inside the freezer, watch the Patek froze

Think about the time, man, we was ten

We was hoppin' fences

I was stayin' inside the trenches

I keep a strap for you and you, I know the opps' intentions

Back in Genesis, I was O.T.

with the coco

She got a bangin' body, booty like a rollercoaster

These streets by my side, you don’t want war with us

I felt so stuck in my life I had to pour me a cup

If I hurt your feelings, I’m sorry, I don’t apologize

My penthouse got a bird’s view through God’s eyes

I got gang gang (Gang gang), I got mob ties (Mob ties)

I got Porsche, with the frog eyes

Got a hand-crafted Jet Jet with a PalmPilot

All this money on my mind, I talk to God about it, yeah, yeah