DiBiase Video (MV)

And I'm searching for some clarity
Pop 3 serenities and pray to god I fall asleep
Filled with temerity, I saw what I didn't want to see
It's regularity, these drugs is nothing new to me
I refuel myself, it puts my head up on a swivel
I recoup my shells and make your homie hit the thizzle
Used to push jars, now I'm back to moving singles
How I fall off man? I ain't even got a single
Making mixtape after mixtape cause it's all I f*cking do
And these voices I'm ignoring, all I'm hearing f*cking boos
I'm running up them digits very fast, in a hurry
Everybody want a plate of the dish that I'm serving
My gun is f*cking growling, I just call that bitch a furry
This norco got me limping, and it got my vision blurry
And I knew I wouldn't be shit since the day I was conceived
I'm the hot sauce in the bottle cause I'm spitting f*cking heat
Got 30 on me, you would think I'm Ted DiBiase
Told her "I'm a f*cking fiend, you don't really want me."
Bitch I'm packing fat bowls, you would think I'm eating cereal
Running mucks for this stuff til I am imperial
All that shit a nogo, wouldn't try to do all that
Treat him like he Shogo, boy they call me Johnny Gat
I don't do bogos, all them deals in the past
Man this norco got me slow mo, I can't f*cking feel my hands
I'm sorry babygirl that I can't trust another bitch
I'm gonna keep accusing til you just admit to it
My brodie went to 619, he came back with a brick
You would think I'm Rey mysterio, this mask I'm wearing it
Drown somebody for some money, call that shit Wells Fargo
Snort a white guy with a Jefferson, they know each other
Gold on my neck, Jesus piece from my grandmother
I'm tryna take over this place, you'd think Hotel Rwanda
Bag filled with gifts, all these junkies call me Santa
Sipping on some code, my brodie poured up in a Fanta
I do not f*ck with coke, you can snort up all the Hannah
Was tryna lead my boys, back stabbed me like my name Montana