[Intro: Johnny Yukon]
Yeah
[Chorus: Johnny Yukon & G-Eazy]
Did this shit with my eyes closed
Made it here with my eyes closed
Spent a mil with my eyes closed
And I made it back with my eyes closed
With my eyes closed
I got my hands tight and my eyes closed (eyes closed)
Yeah, yeah, I did it all with my eyes closed
Switchin' lanes with my eyes closed
I'm the realest one, I know
This is that life that I die for
I swear I wrote this shit with my eyes closed
And my eyes closed
Got my hands tied and my eyes closed (eyes closed)
Yeah, I did it all with my eyes closed (aye, aye, Gerald)
[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
S.L.P, Gucci, nice clothes
One me, five hoes, 'cause they all go where this guy goes
My team full of psychos
Drunk text full of typos
Uber pull up full of bad bitches
Hollywood Hills-type hoes
If it's heat, then I'll pick a beat, then I'll write a rap, then I'll hit the bong
Ten minutes passed, would you look at that? I just did a song
And I'll come correct, I can't name a time that I did it wrong
They couldn't get it done so they hit me up and I did it for 'em
Do this shit with my hands tied and my eyes closed
Just leave it to me, trust me it's nothing, it's easy to me
I can be what you need me to be
I just married the game, that bitch ain't never cheated on me
King of the caps, now they speakin' on me
Most of you rappers is broke, but that's none of my business
I'm just sippin' my tea
Yeah
[Chorus: Johnny Yukon & G-Eazy]
Did this shit with my eyes closed
Made it here with my eyes closed
Spent a mil with my eyes closed
And I made it back with my eyes closed
With my eyes closed
I got my hands tight and my eyes closed (eyes closed)
Yeah, yeah, I did it all with my eyes closed
Switchin' lanes with my eyes closed
I'm the realest one, I know
This is that life that I die for
I swear I wrote this shit with my eyes closed
And my eyes closed
Got my hands tied and my eyes closed (eyes closed)
Yeah, I did it all with my eyes closed (aye, aye, Gerald)
[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
S.L.P, Gucci, nice clothes
One me, five hoes, 'cause they all go where this guy goes
My team full of psychos
Drunk text full of typos
Uber pull up full of bad bitches
Hollywood Hills-type hoes
If it's heat, then I'll pick a beat, then I'll write a rap, then I'll hit the bong
Ten minutes passed, would you look at that? I just did a song
And I'll come correct, I can't name a time that I did it wrong
They couldn't get it done so they hit me up and I did it for 'em
Do this shit with my hands tied and my eyes closed
Just leave it to me, trust me it's nothing, it's easy to me
I can be what you need me to be
I just married the game, that bitch ain't never cheated on me
King of the caps, now they speakin' on me
Most of you rappers is broke, but that's none of my business
I'm just sippin' my tea
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