Open Your Eyes

[Intro: Sample] "O—" "Open your—" "Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor—" [Chorus: Sample] "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 believin', believe when you see it They saying I'm the best—shit—I'm just trying to be it They tied 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 can 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 we were 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 Yuh, as you compare me to a fuckin' rookie You can't respect the new school when you played hookie Cooked white, turned it tan, sold world Snooki 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 [Chorus: Sample] "Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy—" [Interlude] You are now listening to the future Open your eyes, nigga, and see what I see Don't mind me—I'm just here to restore the feeling Yeah, I'm just here to restore the feeling You feel the pressure, yeah [Verse 2] I never pitched a penny in a wishing well (Never) I laid it all on a fishing scale (Yes) And an apron that hung from a kitchen nail Straight from my memoirs as I kiss and tell Big faces like Rushmore, touch more Fashion trailblazers, trendsetters look to us for The next mission when the tide dries up With no innervision yet they eyes wide shut Fifteen years abducting spies like us Confidential informants disguised like us Jail doesn't resonate 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 Lohans get the breaks, the T.I.'s, we just steer through 'em [Chorus: Sample] "Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy—" [Outro] The odds is against us No excuses though, we just play harder Hustle smarter, yeah They done freed Weezy Congratulations, my nigga Now let TIP go, yuh