Street Lights Video (MV)

I'm coming for the top and never coming down
I'm coming for the top and never coming down, down

Momma used to warn me about times like this
I done grown up, now I got them all pissed
A lot of people done snaked me, I'll add them to the list
Now they like, God damn, that boy don't miss
And don't try to ask about who was involved
Man I keep shit P, I ain't telling them shit
I've gone six years without my grip
Was a lost little kid when I walked through the strip
And my momma said you better get home before the street lights come on
I crept on some steps with some demons, you know
I was looking at my dawg like we bout to blow
Fast forward, years later, man this shit moving slow
I'm scared to hear about who died when I pick up the phone
No one taught me how to hustle, had to go get my own
Used to look up to Pablo and move like a Capone
Till I learned it could be lights out when the street lights come on

I was down bad, baby said "be faithful"
God, I'm ready, I'm willing and able
It's gon' take me a while to put trust in my neighbor
My brother would slay me like Kane if he Abel
I'm serving them bitches, you best tip the waiter
Met homies in Knoxville to Clinton, Decatur
That bullshit you're playing, no, I cannot cater to
You know some killers, man, shit, I can name a few
You ain't got no lock on the streets, umhmm
You're hyping your album of beef, umhmm
I said, f*ck it, ain't keeping the peace
They say money talks, then who told you to speak?
Was told if I wanted respect as a man
Then I would have to put some holes in a man
No father presence, I pray for a chance
I'm not good at prayers, but you know what I'm saying
My hand on the Bible, don't care about no titles
I watched all my brothers turn into my rivals
My life in lines is like reading my vitals
I live and I breathe what I write, I'm a fighter
I'm all about paper, compare me to Michael
I'm upping the score, you can check it like Fico
I'm not one to cross and I'm not one to lie to
I won't sugarcoat it, it's f*ck you, don't like to you, okay

Momma used to warn me about times like this
I done grown up, now I got them all pissed
A lot of people done snaked me, I'll add them to the list
Now they like, God damn, that boy don't miss
And don't try to ask about who was involved
Man I keep shit P, I ain't telling them shit
I've gone six years without my grip
Was a lost little kid when I walked through the strip
And my momma said you better get home before the street lights come on
I crept on some steps with some demons, you know
I was looking at my dawg like we bout to blow
Fast forward, years later, man this shit moving slow
I'm scared to hear about who died when I pick up the phone
No one taught me how to hustle, had to go get my own
Used to look up to Pablo and move like a Capone
Till I learned it could be lights out when the street lights come on

Come take a ride, I know somewhere secluded
Grip on your waist, baby, watch how I do it
Kiss on her neck and she wet like jacuzzi
She posing for me like we making some movies
Think I ain't shit, then just watch how I prove it
She calling me baby, I'm plotting like Stewie
In love with your thighs and your ass and your boobies
Okay, let me get back to this music
Mind always moving, it's too loud to sleep
I say that I'm too strong to say that I'm weak
Learned to be careful with friends that I keep
There was too many people to eat off of me
I gotta go, oh, oh, oh
I done seen blood spilled, oh no

Momma used to warn me about times like this
I done grown up, now I got them all pissed
A lot of people done snaked me, I'll add them to the list
Now they like, God damn, that boy don't miss
And don't try to ask about who was involved
Man I keep shit P, I ain't telling them shit
I've gone six years without my grip
Was a lost little kid when I walked through the strip
And my momma said you better get home before the street lights come on
I crept on some steps with some demons, you know
I was looking at my dawg like we bout to blow
Fast forward, years later, man this shit moving slow
I'm scared to hear about who died when I pick up the phone
No one taught me how to hustle, had to go get my own
Used to look up to Pablo and move like a Capone
Till I learned it could be lights out when the street lights come on