Trump Era Intro Video (MV)

Came off of them back blocks, off set with them pad locks
We was tryna duck Madlock No Botox in that matchbox
Representing for them have Nots, cooking coke in the crack pot
Could've, would've, should've prolly poster child for them drug dealing mascot
The Xannie, the Mollys, the perks, and Coke this the Trump Era got it for low
Papi the product he get of the boat, if you order by 10 then you get them for low
Stocked & Malone - I give and I go
Hittas they with me they ready to go Rapping and trapping look at how I flow
Bruce Leroy look at my Glow

Bent the corner in foreigns, carbons all on my lap
Bad bitch on my right when we was cutting up in that trap
We was tryna move a pack, flip it, flip it move it back
Yeah, yeah, they was tryna move us back felt like Thump was in the trap - yeah, yeah
No, never met a nigga realer than me, maybe my bitch but she get it from me
Pulling up, Run It Up, hunnit a piece, get it for half if you Vietnamese
Memories of my future, bust down Frank Mullars
When Regan had it flips acrobatic you could smell the Crack in the aromatics boom
The money, the money, the bag, or the bands
Water whip it to you get it to stand
Park Ave thru the aqueduct, think they was tryna get back with us
When we came down with that double cup reloaded

Nutty professor with that weight - work, moving by the clumps
Got that chicken for them pots, pockets looking like the mumps
Had it when they rush, I was serving them uncut, had that European wit the engine in the trunk
Got it off that white-white, Bloomingdales wit that swipe-swipe vvs that ice bright
Big City, bright lights
Hitta make you go night-night Bob Barker that price right, that bag talk is my lango
Tag you up wit that Draco
Body drop, soul lift, spirit rocking that halo, D'Usse, Ace O - 34 for that fuego
Free Rell that's babe bro, hittaers on that pay roll they hit if I say so

Got me in my zone, trapping in my bones, outta everything I sold - I'll never sell my soul
No, I was in the cold, off to the G-code, took a little spill but it only made me real
Que tu que mi nitro, conversing with my auyaes finger f*cking the fish scale we call it four play
My people piece are hitting could get you a few Balmains
Next time you in the city make sure you hit up Broadway