Cozz – All Eyez On Me Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Look at me now, I blew up in a jiffy
Yeah, no new ni**as, always knew em if you with me
Made it out the land where they’ll shoot you if it’s envy
I’m a 90’s baby but I grew up in the 60’s
Nah I don’t bang, ain’t no rag to the left
I just walk around with some swag to my step
Pants sagged just a bit and a tab and a limp
Started cashing up checks, now hoes harassing the d*ck
Yo ma you drive me crazy so I need to take a test drive
Show you how to drive stick, let’s ride
And you know it’s coming from the west side
So you know it’s more guns and less lies
Can you believed that they told us for making when pigs fly
Ni**a who you lying to?
I don’t look that sick, but ni**a that’s why I’m flu
Let me remind you bi**h, look at me now, cup full of brown
Sipping on that Henny, ni**as hating on me plenty
Upgrade from Explorer to that new Carson
I’m Hip Hop’s savior, the new Clark Kent
The new menace in the streets
No lieutenants want the beef
But these ni**as won’t hold me back, no
These ni**as gon show me racks
Until then, bi**h I won’t relax, you

(Chorus)
Look at me now, now I got clothes
Now I got bi**hes, got my own home
Look at me now, now I got dough
Now I got dro and I’m in my zone
Look at me now, I’m signed to Cole
Got me label at 20 years old
Look at me now, I am the man
Now I got fans, so bi**h that’s a tat
Look at me now
Y’all ain’t really f**king with a ni**a
Y’all ain’t really f**king with a ni**a
Look at me now
Y’all ain’t really f**king with a ni**a
Y’all ain’t really **king with a ni**a
Look at me now
Look at me now, now I got clothes
Now I got style, now I got hoes
Yeah, look at me now, now I got clothes
Now I got style, now I got hoes

(Verse 2)
I’m nowhere near done yet, dum-dum just check s**t
I won’t flex but I’ve been living for like 9 months off of one check
Lyrics and pu**y come quick when my tongue flick
Pu**y so dan wet, feel like you jump ship
I’m feeling myself dawg, I’ll give you that dumb s**t
I’ll give you that substance
I’ll give you them straight bombs, I’ll give you that Funk Flex
Flow’s so cold, don’t know what’s gon come next
My ni**a I got this, it wasn’t too complex
Watch from the curb and weigh up my options
School, drugs and having musical complex
That spoke to my conscience, ni**a went to church
Now I spit the gospel and get paid for when I speak
I could be selling drugs ni**a, coulda ran a mook
But I decided to give you ni**as this poetry
But if you not too chicken to flip birds, better duck

(Repeat Chorus)

(Outro)
All eyez on me
Yeah, all eyez on me
Eyez on me
I on know
I on know
Yeah, I on know