Kiid Scoob, Modà - Eye On The Prize lyrics
[Kiid Scoob, Modà - Eye On The Prize lyrics]
Eye on the prize moneys the root of evil
But I'm tryna survive so I stay on my grind
And y'all stay grounded
While my whole team continues to climb
I'm the master of the new class, I'm too fast
Your dooms cast, as I blow past
As I form raps that project your forcast
So pray for me at church cause these
Tombs got my money most mass
I put on my ghost mask
And go straight skeleton
Got these girls hearts straight mel-a-tin
With the kinda thin melo kid
Record Executive: Hey No one
MOD: Well hello fam
I'm kinda drain can we talk
It over in the morning?
Record Executive: Hell naw
I think your shit's raw!
MOD: Well thanks all originals
From my think tank and look, you the newest
Feature on my mixtape
So don't hate what I make
Record Executive: Naw, not at all
I can make you a millionaire
With one phone call
MOD: Keep in mind I'm ahead of my time
Defined i read through the lines of what
It takes to mother-fucking shine
So you do yours and I'm a do mine
I'm a climb to the top of this industry
With my contraband they know what
It takes to succeed
I'm a be the man for centuries
Eye on the prize moneys the root of evil
But I'm tryna survive so I stay on my grind
And y'all stay grounded
While my whole team continues to climb
I'm just tryna see my dreams cast
I need cash, and rehab
Cause I'm doper than a weed bag
I mean free base, for Pete's sake
The Creed's running these tracks
Like a muthafuckin relay
So open up ya ears to what we say
Lines will leave ya head spinning like
The tables of a DJ
Spittin words, that leave third degree burns
Putting tracks in urns, verbs hot like perms
Yeah, Haters mad I'm sure
Cause I'm the illest hands down
Like 'somebody get this manicure
But don't try to antidote this
Dope brew, with the hope few
And y'all just hopeless
These labels bidin for ya souls
Unless ya lyrics is going over
They heads like combs
I'm on the road to success
With my head lights on
Record Executive: So I'm bound
To see you shinning
Kiid Scoob: You dead right bro
Eye on the prize moneys the root of evil
But I'm tryna survive so I stay on my grind
And y'all stay grounded
While my whole team continues to climb
But I'm tryna survive so I stay on my grind
And y'all stay grounded
While my whole team continues to climb
I'm the master of the new class, I'm too fast
Your dooms cast, as I blow past
As I form raps that project your forcast
So pray for me at church cause these
Tombs got my money most mass
I put on my ghost mask
And go straight skeleton
Got these girls hearts straight mel-a-tin
With the kinda thin melo kid
Record Executive: Hey No one
MOD: Well hello fam
I'm kinda drain can we talk
It over in the morning?
Record Executive: Hell naw
I think your shit's raw!
MOD: Well thanks all originals
From my think tank and look, you the newest
Feature on my mixtape
So don't hate what I make
Record Executive: Naw, not at all
I can make you a millionaire
With one phone call
MOD: Keep in mind I'm ahead of my time
Defined i read through the lines of what
It takes to mother-fucking shine
So you do yours and I'm a do mine
I'm a climb to the top of this industry
With my contraband they know what
It takes to succeed
I'm a be the man for centuries
Eye on the prize moneys the root of evil
But I'm tryna survive so I stay on my grind
And y'all stay grounded
While my whole team continues to climb
I'm just tryna see my dreams cast
I need cash, and rehab
Cause I'm doper than a weed bag
I mean free base, for Pete's sake
The Creed's running these tracks
Like a muthafuckin relay
So open up ya ears to what we say
Lines will leave ya head spinning like
The tables of a DJ
Spittin words, that leave third degree burns
Putting tracks in urns, verbs hot like perms
Yeah, Haters mad I'm sure
Cause I'm the illest hands down
Like 'somebody get this manicure
But don't try to antidote this
Dope brew, with the hope few
And y'all just hopeless
These labels bidin for ya souls
Unless ya lyrics is going over
They heads like combs
I'm on the road to success
With my head lights on
Record Executive: So I'm bound
To see you shinning
Kiid Scoob: You dead right bro
Eye on the prize moneys the root of evil
But I'm tryna survive so I stay on my grind
And y'all stay grounded
While my whole team continues to climb