Operating System Video (MV)

Hands fulla blood, we wringing rags from all the work we put in
Feel the flood, cuff 'em up and count the toes and it's ten
Finna roll, if they talkin' bout some dough imma spin
Print the soul, 'cause the lames butchering facts
Stay servin' that raw shit nigga, come get ya head cracked
It's generational wealth in them wave caps
Sunk it clutch, fadeaway the banks open
Don't hold me, 'da illest dishin cinco
I power up da brollies
Yeah we booted up
On my second LLC, I don't know who to trust
YG jeans saggin', pockets is 4Hunnid up
VFD pack hit the block and we made the clouds run
Cheesin' at the stacks these days, we been around some
Been had the Raf shit at 16 lil bro, catch up
Boy it's havoc when I punch in
Prodigal son, I weave the hooks and write away the sin
I seen the shook ones hollerin' from the bench
It's Kareem with the rock, you startled and gettin' cooked
It's time to eat cuzzin
Shit I be actin' outta line with the flips
But I'm flyin'
Had 'em check inside the pockets, it was chips
I be runnin' game from back when chronic was the spliff
And I'm stylin', believe me, it's some karma in the wind
Degrees and some strips what I'm bringin' to the crib
Mama told me she hit the jackpot with me
You safe behind that screen, I found solace in the scenes I'm creating
My pops really put that stashbox in me