Through The Eyes Of A G Lyrics - Action Bronson

I think I got 15... bullshit, this is nothing. Look, my feet hurt, I need DOPE. When are we gonna do some acid cause I got, I need piles of money. Forget this shit... but a hit of crack will do for now 

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Yeah... through the eyes of a G 

Through the eyes of a G, see me in the all white Eclipse 

A husband pay me 10 stacks to fuck his bitch 

Hand up her ass like a Muppet baby, it's crazy 

While she do a buck-eighty in a mustard Mercedes 

I move the mustard from Russia to Haiti 

Forty-fives will kiss like the touch from a lady 

Fuck with my lunch and then the pump leaves you under the daisies 

You know your bitch is just another cocksucker with rabies 

I'm signing autographs in Spanish, I live with Michael Jackson's anguish 

Hop in the Vanquish and vanish off the manor in a strange manner 

Aim the hammer at your dame's bladder, like it ain't matter 

I smoke 'til I got down syndrome 

Tan gators, brown linen 

Multi-color money, seven different kinds of cheeses 

My silhouette resembles Jesus in all seasons 

Take a ginger shot, doing concentration curls with the cinderblocks 

Doing squats, hope the ox don't drop out 

Don't make me have to slap the fire out your pop's mouth 

Photos 

It's me... uh 

Through the eyes of a G 

Yo 

Through the eyes of a G 

A-B, utilize what you and I use to see 

To move forward 

Cause I get bored with niggas talking 'bout 

Who they used to be, what they used to do 

My homie headed to court, not for a 2-on-2 

Ironically, I'll have you know we do it for the sport 

Or at least to keep a little gold in this uniform 

I'm abnormal like a unicorn that you could get on 

Cows jump over moons when my nouns and verbs move 

Etiquette of a veteran, still getting checks 

You get a F for your efforts, we never trade techs 

I tried to keep the peace but now I gotta keep the piece 

I speak in synchronistic frequency with triggers squeezing 

And one day I'll drop to my knee and repent to Jesus 

'Til then I'm humping my lust demons for no reason 

Soul-o ho, from Del Amo to SoHo, ho 

Yo, yo, check, "you do not know me, no, no, no 

You do not know me but I know you-" 

I had to, I had to do it