CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Everytime I Blink
(Al Geno on the track)
It was never 'posed to be this way
Count a million every time I blink, yeah
She wanna f**k me for the Cuban links, yeah
Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin', yeah
Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah
Look past the surface, you might see me well
We ship the work, that's why my n***a got a CDL
Straight through the mail, bullet shells got me traumatized
Runnin' through racks, gotta watch my back, can't see my mama cry
Yeah, yeah
She just want a lacefront and some mink lashes
But she can't get nothin' but the D just like I'm barely passin'
Young n***a swervin' in that Bentley like I'm 'bout to crash it
I'm out in Cali with the gang, I'm smokin' Calabasas
I went too hard in this sh*t, I got my boys in this b*t*h
And you might think we goin' fishin', we got rods in this b*t*h
You ain't makin' no noise in this b*t*h 'cause we gon' blow your head to pieces
Like a racist cop, I might just shoot you if you get to reachin'
Four in the morning, get to creepin'
n***a, they yawnin' and they sleepin'
My hitman just like a deacon, this sh*t turn me to a demon
n***as told me this my season, I ain't turned back yet
Gotta feed my n***as, so I run up a check, yeah
My young n***as get a whole lot of guap, yeah
I might get you hit just for playin' on my top, yeah
Rylo, that's my dawg, he put on for his block, yeah
It was never 'posed to be this way
Count a million every time I blink, yeah
She wanna f**k me for the Cuban links, yeah
Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin', yeah
Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah
Look past the surface, you might see me well
We ship the work, that's why my n***a got a CDL
Straight through the mail, bullet shells got me traumatized
Runnin' through racks, gotta watch my back, can't see my mama cry
Yeah, yeah
She just want a lacefront and some mink lashes
But she can't get nothin' but the D just like I'm barely passin'
Young n***a swervin' in that Bentley like I'm 'bout to crash it
I'm out in Cali with the gang, I'm smokin' Calabasas
I went too hard in this sh*t, I got my boys in this b*t*h
And you might think we goin' fishin', we got rods in this b*t*h
You ain't makin' no noise in this b*t*h 'cause we gon' blow your head to pieces
Like a racist cop, I might just shoot you if you get to reachin'
Four in the morning, get to creepin'
n***a, they yawnin' and they sleepin'
My hitman just like a deacon, this sh*t turn me to a demon
n***as told me this my season, I ain't turned back yet
Gotta feed my n***as, so I run up a check, yeah
My young n***as get a whole lot of guap, yeah
I might get you hit just for playin' on my top, yeah
Rylo, that's my dawg, he put on for his block, yeah
