Trials & Tribulations Video (MV)

Ay, ay
Man I'm posted in the pad, I can say I'm high as f*ck
I don't wanna go outside, I keep writing stuff
I already lived that life, so why just f*ck it up?
You do it for attention, man that shit is not enough
Bitch I want the gold, I want the platinum and the diamonds
Bitch I want it all until I can say that I have it
I just want a bitch that smart as f*ck and not a ratchet
I don't need no one to vouch for me, only myself
I don't need no one to vouch for me, only myself
Cause when I did them missions, I didn't have nobody else
They told me "If you need some help, just hit me on my cell"
Man I tried to dial up, but I was sent to the voicemail
I do not give a f*ck, bout no rules set by 12
Like damn, only 13, was getting paper like the mail
And then at like 14, my market boomed with all these sales
But I was only 15, when I lost in touch with self
The drugs had me at 16, like an inmate in a cell
But I sobered up, at 17, now I can tell
All the lies you f*cking told, how'd I believe all that shit?
Man I think I lost my f*cking soul, how'd I commit all these sins?
How'd I make up these decisions? That is something I don't get
Man I told myself to stop, but I cannot f*cking quit
I started this whole process now I gotta finish it
They controlling what you do like some strings on a puppet
Brodie looking at me and be asking "Damn what happened?"
I can't even tell him cause I wasn't even there
Homie told me "Cloudie, boy don't end up in that action"
"Cause if you don't leave early, you gone learn life isn't fair"
Ay
And my brother told me "Stop that shit"
Telling him "Like even if I want too, man I can't"
My momma telling me "You gotta do it while you can"
But I feel like some paint stuck in a can that has no cap
What?
And your homies talking cap
All my homies silent, only speak when other people ask
Trust me, I'm not really with the f*cking conversations
Do me, I'm not really speaking in quotations
In the field, if I find you, boy I wet your f*cking back
If you don't trust me then just get the f*ck out of my camp
It's HUNDO$ records but you know that obviously
Boy it's something like the 1992 dream team
Bitch I'm rolling up that green, sipping on that f*cking purple
Stacking all this blue, my pockets filled up with some turtles
This ain't out the blue, I had to do a couple chores
When I saw your crew, I had to cover up my pores
I had to cover up my pores
Exfoliate your face, I had to open up your holes
You're rolling in your blood, like it's some mud and you're a boar
I'm sipping on this mud, I'm feeling faded as a whore
I'm relocating jobs because I'm still moving that work
I get it for the cheap, but for you it's double the worth
I'm all up in your spot like I'm a flea on a Dalmatian
I'm slanging on your street, my boy might catch a violation
Remember I felt lonely, I became best friends with solace
They asking for perfection, never claimed that I was flawless
They say they want it quickly, I told them to trust the process
They wanting confirmation, but I cannot make a promise
It's HUNDO$ records until I die, you already know what it is
With the homie Tony catching stains in this bitch