Crowd (feat. Asteaux Guillotine) Video (MV)

This is for those who ever had doubt
Talk **** out they mouth while I'm on the ground
Now I got money please do not come round
I'm feeling Chris Brown **** look at me no
I put on a halo I polish the crown long as I'm flowing it never a drought
Remember the days that I had went with out
Someway some how I put food in that mouth
Work daddy gone hustle
Family come first flex, don't trust you
Better get back, click-clack, might bust you
Soldier for the fam, going ham, like percussion
Homie, I'ma hit it, I'ma split it, lookin' for a guy to get it
Ain't money, ain't winning, can't talk
Man that point, blank, period, like the end of a sentence
I don't even wanna hear it, gotta walk
*****, I'm sick, way too legit
You act like a ****, get off my ***
Talkin' my s***, back it up quick
Why the lame ***** always gotta do the most
Homie said he got me, he was never ever close
Gone with the gas, rocking show's close to close
Brand new beginnings, we can take another toast
Look what it cost him, I never lost it
Homie, I'm awesome, do it for Austin
What is you doin', my *****, I'm bossin
Why is you askin' to do it quite often
Stealin' the game like I'm Kenny Lofton
A couple years in, a lot more to go
Keep me a blunt, but y'all cannot roll
I got that fire, buy y'all don't want smoke
These n**** froggy, but ain't never leapin Just sippin' the tea
Back in the day, I would pour up before that Sprite would be darker to me
City and county put money on my head That s*** was like a hundred racks
They ain't want me on the streets First day I went out, I went and got me a pack
I saw my P.O. one month, he said see you two months, I'm like, bet it's a go
I wrote that loud in a strawberry swisher Before I knew bout Optimo
It wasn't really about the profit I kept me some money and weed
That was before I would go uninvested To make that s*** back off the streams
I hit the ground when I got out Now *****gon' run s*** around me with lips
I need that advance and I need that back And to make sure a bucket for tip
We in the lead, but what does that mean If all of my n****s can't eat
My n**** blood lightin' me up And now I'm accessory, murder the beat yeah