Op open your open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see I’m just a poor boy! Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I’m just a poor boy! open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see I’m just a poor boy!
[Verse 1] Seeing is believing, believe when you see it/ They saying I’m the best, shit, I’m just trying to be it/ They tie me to a mountain of it, I just try to ski it/ Long distance wireless Kinect like I Wii it/ W, double I, spelled so you could see it/ Cause it’s way over their heads when I Ray Allen 3 it/ I’m Rondo on the Bongos, when giving you my convo/ We ain’t been home since you was snatched out The Congo/ Toast to progress as I’m staring out my condo/ Made it this far and I ain’t never been a tonto/ EEUUGHKK!, as you compare me to a fucking rookie/ You can’t respect the new school when you played Hookie/ Cooked white turn to tan, so the world is snooky/ School of Hard Knocks, look at where the game took me!/ To the limit like Montana with better grammar/ Bigger homes, with bigger guns and better cameras.
Open your, open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see I’m just a poor boy!
[Verse 2] I’ve never pitched a penny in a wishing well, never!/ I laid it all on a fishing scale! Yes!/ And in April it hung from a kitchen nail/ Straight from my memoirs as I kiss and tell/ Big faces like Rushmore,touch more/ Flash and trail blazer transcend us, look to us for/ The next mission when the tie dries up/ With no inner vision yet they eyes wide shut!/ Fifteen years of ducking spies like us/ Confidential informers disguise like us/ Jail doesn’t resignate with guys like us/ Told Wesley at the Oscars to slide like us/ Didn’t listen so prison is what they did to him/ Accountant, unscathed millions is what they hid through him/ Same principles you must adhere/ Lohan's get the breaks, the T.I.'s, we just stare through them..
Open your, open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see I’m just a poor boy!