Full Court Press Video (MV)

Full court press b*tch
You know I'm at ya neck
Kill em with success
But I will die bout my respect
I can pull ya plug with one emoji from a text
My b*tch be catchin juggs
All these n****s get finessed
I just watch my sides
And run it up with no regrets
Get right or get left
All is know is get the check
Sometimes I wonder
Why do I be goin this stress
I rathan get up blessed than sit around and be depressed,
U gotta be careful my n***a
Problems come by the handful my guy
Crown can turn to a halo my n***a
Choir sing to your soul in the sky,
I remember them days with no money
Had to grind with no food in my stomach
Arguments with my lady for nothing
Got me smokin like I just said f*ck it
Went damn near a year with no job
Still I kept all the income comin
Lyrics on the beats
Drum drummin
Come put a deposit on something
Wish I could speak to ones that I lost
That's a phone line that won't seem to cross
I just take it in stride like a boss
Know they want me to give it my all
Got these n****s back hatin again
Givin me motivation again
To the fam dedicate til the end
Don't make me demonstrate what's a win
I just want to get filthy profit
Spitting knowledge like prophets
U gone holla then holla
Keep some bang for the drama
And I don't think you want nada
Son these n****s like father
I got the power like Saba
In the field with trappers and robbers
I been reppin New Jersey
Ghost town and brick city
We can clean up nice
But it ain't sh*t to Get gritty
See me thru the screen
I'm Virtually yours
Been searching for keys
To open the doors
I'm hitting up Ian
To set up the tours
Before I do anything
Pray to the lord (Amen)
My tongue is the sword
My mind is a rifle
My eyes on the prize
Leave my heart on the vinyl
Tryna get Richie like Lionel
Drop like I broke my spinal
And if you know like I know
I get buck like Rhino
We get bucks like Geico
Catch me on flip side or the high note
B*tch I'm bout to blow, Pyro
Now they on my wave, Tidal