NoCap – 4 Eyes lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m in the game and you n****s in the bleachers like clothes stains
N****s won’t step, and I know you talk
She get wet for money, she gon’ drown in Ben Franks
Leave it on the hanger, let it air dry
Balenciagas, I just run and take the S off her smile, n****s still can walk a mile in ’em
A n**** had to grow four eyes, one on the left and right and I put two on my backside
I spend two bands on the sweater but I ain’t stuntin’ her
Them n****s scared, we drive them foreign whips like monster trucks

I gave the streets Act’ and I know they bump my s*** enough
Long as I ain’t dead I got Codeine in my liver
Told, “You not a part of us, you must don’t remember”
That b**** just hit me with her tongue, we ain’t goin’ public
We bag ’em up like groceries, then he go in Publix
All my jewelry underwater, you know this s*** official
N****s be scared, when it get dark they sing like Bryson Tiller
You’re a rat but you got P’s, we call that Master Splinter
He hate when cash stick out my jeans, I got more money denim
For all my n****s just got sentenced, I just count commas
They don’t talk at all, when they come home, I buy ’em Hummers
Trashbag full of money, n**** might go buy a dumpster
Roll in the streets, sometimes you gotta see your honor
In Brooklyn like KD, sometimes you gotta leave the Thunder
[?], I need context, delete all my numbers
You gotta pay to stay in my hood, but I need Ghetto free
Ain’t goin’ broke, I’ma stay up, what the f*** is sleep? (Al Geno on the track)
Who you gon’ f***, me or Nick? Take a knee
My name Cap

I’m in the game and you n****s in the bleachers like clothes stains
N****s won’t step, and I know you talk
She get wet for money, she gon’ drown in Ben Franks
Leave it on the hanger, let it air dry
Balenciagas, I just run and take the S off her smile, n****s still can walk a mile in ’em
A n**** had to grow four eyes, one on the left and right and I put two on my backside
I spend two bands on the sweater but I ain’t stuntin’ her
Them n****s scared, we drive them foreign whips like monster trucks
COVID-19, these n****s sick, they can’t come ’round us

Roll in the streets, sometimes you gotta see your honor
In Brooklyn like KD, sometimes you gotta leave the Thunder