Drained Video (MV)

Yeah (Pss), okay, umm, wow (Yo, yo, yo, hey)
Squire, let's just start this shit off (Pss, pss, pss, pss)

I am chosen, take me out the scrapbook, better put me on a poster
Pick and choose the pics I like cause I don't like to post em
Poster child prodigy, I'm finna win an Oscar
How he diabolically put work in, we don't know shit
You ain't get the memo, I'm a god, I f*cking own this
Nasty instrumentals like I swear I had been poisoned
Pretty motherf*cker, I think I should join a pagent
Tints too black, I can't even see where the dash is
Back at it, shit, I was casting black magic
With a wand and the Profit Plus logo on my back
Soon enough I'll find a fighter for this cause
Imma bully, wrap in saran wrap, rather than gause
Mass kamikaze, my brain the Loch Ness Monster
Marilyn Manson, you make-up all your responses
I'm dirty, keep a rocket in my pocket 'case you rock with us
Hundred pack of Winston's til my lungs turn into cosmic dust
I'm a f*cking disease is it not f*cking obvious?

Turn my whole soul black, blacker than sarcophagus
Blacker than the Green Bay Packers on a griller
Playing one game in July, 110 degree killer
Who dat is? Huh, huh, who dat boy that look fly?
Who dat is? Huh, huh, that's my guy, that's my blood
That's my kid, huh, huh, funny enough
I'm that guy, I'm the shit, huh, huh
Choppa turn you into mincemeat
Ya'll are talking lunch and we ain't even had breakfast
You just woke up for the serving and you about to get blessed up
And in a second, we'll have the shit ready and ready for check up
And I'm an animal bronem, you are ugly from the neck up
I'm a, huh, huh, I'm a cunt
I might just overheat if I ain't drop for a month
I made Dead on Arrival and I had Ultraviolet planned out
Hot summer shit, all of my fans are gettin fanned out
Big bag, hold that shit weird
Step on a thumbtack
Put my hands up in the fire, turn my thumbs black
You can get in my bag, you won't get in my head
I feel drained, I feel sick, you just wanna see me dead

Price on me, bet
You wanna see me dead, I can't even see my neck
That shit hit the light, and it glisten (Ice)
A little less talking, more listen (Right)
I just hope I make it to tomorrow (Da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
To tomorrow (La-la-la-la-la)

Drop your pin, GPS, where you at now?
I'm not one to front up, but I'll never back down
Bitches wanna hot box, I'm frozen from the neck down
Better get your funds up, no beef I'm the cash cow
Blacked out (All black), traphouse
I ain't even f*cking with the kid like a pedo
Watch em blow a bag on a track like Maj
And I ain't bouta put you in your place, talk to God
I just wanna top charts and cop art in the function
If my heart stop, better jumpstart, no f*ck shit
What of it? Why one in? Boy, cut it, concussion
Concussion, concurred from the mosh, get to jumping
There is nothing I hate more than my Zelda Zillains verse
I turned in that shit to End*, I might have to kill him first
I rap about a lot of stupid shit, I'm just flexing
Spit bars like I'm behind em, but I never keep a weapon

Two words, shock value, draw straws, eat hors d'ourves
See how many rappers gonna touch and f*ck your whore first
I'm just tryna diamond out my knuckles like I'm Thanos
I'll snap on a f*cking track and kill half of these garbage rappers
I'm caught for having a brain and a positive mindset
They wanna drown my f*cking brain and f*cking thoughts up in some hi-tech
I'm for the people, I should be for myself
I know for sure they ain't concerned or worried for my health
There's a tag on my head and a bright red target
When they catch me, and they never will, no cap I will applaud em
They don't even got charisma, they got lean and marijuana
Couldn't give a care about it, I'm attempting to get caught up

Price on me, bet
You wanna see me dead, I can't even see my neck
That shit hit the light, and it glisten (Ice)
A little less talking, more listen (Right)
I just hope I make it to tomorrow (Da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
To tomorrow (La-la-la-la-la)