Drought killin me Video (MV)

This is the part of the game that I hate, oh, this drought killin' me, yeah
Cause I can't catch no loads But I can't leave yet
I can't leave the game alone, On Kingsley
I can't leave the game alone
I'ma be in this bitch till I'm rotten
I love everything that come with it
From the fake plugs to the robbers
I ain't knockin' no nigga pockets
Do what you do to make dollars
But I heard he lookin' my way Shit,
Now it's a motherf*cker problem
Same niggas that was hatin' on me
All of a sudden they sell boot
But the worst part is they don't shop with me
Like I can't sell a deuce
But little do he know In my pocket is his loot
Cause he got this shit from lil' bruh
And bruh shop with you-know-who
Aye, you did your homework on me
Tell me what the streets was sayin
Said I play on IG in the streets
A cold-blooded man
And they say that I don't be cappin'
I ain't the type to fake it or make it
Tell me where your homework at Shit,
I guess the dog ate it
On Arod these niggas some suckers
Now I'm ready to press that button
They ain't gon' learn until they grandmother gettin' escorted by an usher
I be passin' out these blues
Call me Louis Armstrong, brother
And I came outside with them sticks
It look like I'm walkin' on crutches
I was 16 in the game
I had Off-White in my hoodie
But my mama ain't could on it
I ain't had nowhere to put it
So I took the yay to school
In the lunchroom with that cookie
Then I put the girl in a locker
It look like a bitch gettin' bullied
Have you ever had a gun
And it worked perfectly fine
Never had one malfunction
Until it's time to slide
All of a sudden the clip don't fit
Gotta slam it two or three times
You gotta smack the shit out the bottom
Now it's lookin' like a hate crime
AYE off the tree like a hammock
Drank anajoe like I'm Spanish
They call me, Instagram message
I will make a nigga vanish
Drought killin' me, yeah
Cause I can't catch no lows
But I can't leave, yeah
I can't leave the game alone