Off My Chest Video (MV)

Man, I'm low-key in my feelings
But it's my fault cause I did it
And I hate to post old pictures
It's a whole lot of rats in them
All this truth I put in my songs
Make a f*ck nigga wanna see me
Niggas watch me make all these plays
Now a broke nigga wanna be me
Yeah, she tried da shit I can't block her
I'm a well-known pill popper, and the way
I get physical, I look like a primary doctor
Grow my hair out like a rasta
Give em a combination like lockers
They on the internet forever
Ona web like Peter Parker
I ain't throwing not one punch
I spent two thousand on guns
This gon' soak you up like a sponge
I really came up off crunch
Now I'm getting head like a bun
Won't not one nigga confront
I still put boot in my blunt, I still put, put, put
Now these bitches talk too much
They be too worried about me
Bitch don't never clock in at work
But always clock in my Tea
Bitch been dick eating for weeks
I swear to God on Kingsley
Bitch better find her baby father
Whoever that's supposed to be
On A-Rod I cut to the chase
I call bitches hoes to they face
Tell her nigga come and do something
I got ammo for days
I'm coming for the head like a lace
I think it's time bitches get braced
First I put a hoe in her place
Then go home and kiss Che-Che
On my kids a nigga ain't playing
I'm glad Duphat understand, and
I'm still slaying them grams
Out the jungle like Tarzan
I roll up till my fingers cramp
Now I'm getting roasted like ham
I'm the same nigga with blam
I got all us out that jam
Yeah, a nigga hate being sober
And these bitches love my motion
Now I got my foot on they necks
And I ain't letting up till it's over
Yeah, I heard the shit that you said
Yeah you did all that for a roller
She was taking dick at the spot
She let a nigga record her
She said, kent don't tell nobody
I like a city girl like Yachty
I'm in the ring like Scottie to Hottie
Did I do that shit nigga Probably
Give em a bald head Steve Harvey
I'm still tweaking off that molly
Drop niggas off like a trolley
Then I kick back like a party
I will pick his ass like a booger
Since them other Lil niggas couldn't
Bitch Stop hating on out bond
Bitch Mariah still my sister
And I'm still serving them hookers
I'm a tall dude, I'm a looker
I could teach a nigga that cook up
With that razor blade, I'm a butcher
I like my get back in silence
Me and what's her name still vibing
I forever get the last laugh
Look like the tickle monster around me
And y'all know I'm known for wiling
And I do that shit so proudly
They better check the motherf*cking score
Mine still going up like a mountain on Kingsley, nigga
Oyeah on Khylee to the f*ck
Oyeah on A-Rod too, stop playing, huh man