Sound the Alarm Video (MV)

Sound the alarm...Ryan.Truly
Sound the alarm...aye; it's Big Greek
Let's get it...get it...got it...good

King Zilla with the mic'; the gorilla with the bite
The Vanilla with the Ice in the other hand
Beat killa undercover; no one realer than my brother
Got a villa for my mother in the motherland
So sound the alarm; summers in Greece they were very different
Busted buildings, I was cherry-pickin'; rusted hands that were barely tickin'
Shit, I'd even carry chickens to hatch in the pot as the dairy thickens
The Lemon Kush and the canary visions; better hush, the canary listens
So sound the alarm...I'm not into bitchin'; I'm not into wishin'
If I can get it, I'm-a get it intuition; intermission for my Mission Impossible kinda vision, aye

Cuz I got the whiskey; I got the weed...come hit the jack-pot of gold
And see the sun set on the Prodigal; I got Prada goals, so Geronimo
But I'm callin' an audible; vamano, gotta go straight out to Pappadeaux
Lot of doe, lot of hoe, lot of drank, lot of smoke, lot of bank, aught to boast, need a whole lot of ghosts

Woah...I'm like woah...aye; back in this bitch like a U-Haul
Get Super Smashed, the whole crew Brawls, and you bitch-boys a bunch of Ru Pauls
And I know; I know...I'm on a tight rope; I'm in a loop hole
Need a Black Pearl; I'm in a coupe though...I'm on that white girl; I need a new hoe
So, I got the vodka, grape juice...I'm takin' shots; lockin' in, knockin' wings off a Grey Goose
A double entendre; couple of monsters under my bed as I ponder
The money got laundered; money got squandered; money brought first responders
Then it was the hearse like it was rehearsed cuz killers do dirt for dollars
It's frightening; no wonder I wander through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
The lightning and thunder, I conquer demons and rally to battle the best
Cuz it could get gory instead...puff up your pride; don't swallow your chest
No glory, I'll come for your head; aye, I might as well give Sleepy Hollow a rest

Cuz I got the whiskey; I got the weed...come hit the jack-pot of gold
And see the sun set on the Prodigal; I got Prada goals, so Geronimo
But I'm callin' an audible; vamano, gotta go straight out to Pappadeaux
Lot of doe, lot of hoe, lot of drank, lot of smoke, lot of bank, aught to boast, need a whole lot of ghosts

Sellin' that bullshit, and I aint gon' buy it
They hate that I'm not, so they're trying to tie it
Don't want me to riot; they want me to sign it
But if I don't sign it, they're wantin' me quiet
F*ck that...sound the alarm; plug had the chicken to flip into parm
I left the skates and a zip in the car, so I've got to escape; got to dip and get far
That or get rid of my shit in this farm cuz here come the dirtiest pigs, and they're armed
I took it; I threw it...knew I had to do it. Now blue lookin' through it; they callin' the dogs
So sound the alarm...surrounding my car; I'm thinkin' I'm f*cked now
But they called off the dogs cuz they caught my bro with an O, and I lucked out
A blessing from God, but I felt like a bitch; yeah, I felt like I snuck out
Dodgin' the law...dreams behind bars; every night I would bust out
So sound the alarm...my bro did some time in the County; it felt like a bounty was always around me
I'd cross through the town seemin' lost, but they found me in awe, shit
If that's what you talkin', I'm rockin' and sockin' with toothpaste
You too fake; give a man a mask, and he's sure to show his ass and his true face
So sound the alarm...here comes the Holy Trifecta; young, rich, and handsome
It's got me dancin', Daring the Devil to ransom Elektra, aye

Cuz I got the whiskey; I got the weed...come hit the jack-pot of gold
And see the sun set on the Prodigal; I got Prada goals, so Geronimo
But I'm callin' an audible; vamano, gotta go straight out to Pappadeaux
Lot of doe, lot of hoe, lot of drank, lot of smoke, lot of bank, aught to boast, need a whole lot of ghosts

See this is not a hoax; it's the subtle truth
Two chickens in two two-doors, a double coupe
Double who? Double 007 with double rounds
I'm bettin'...you double down, and I'll double you
So sound the alarm...I charter the water in Boston
With a bottle of Ace...Rothstein; that's Don G in my posse
That's boss dreams with my fam, bitch...lambskin on my canvas
Plus ten furs; need tenure; it took ten years, but I planned this
So sound the alarm...I brought a tether to weather the storm
Depending on whether I stay in the eye cuz today I could die, but I'm feelin' reborn
Around and around with the horns; unfortunately, she was down in the dorm
The ceiling was torn to the ground; looking out, what she found was a form with a Crown made of Thorns
So sound the alarm...sound the alarm...sound the alarm...sound the alarm