My Promise Video (MV)

The year is o two and shit ain't nun new
A young boy far from private school had to follow suit
On the daily his stomach's, filled with stamped food
Moms posted in the office her only boy just watching cartoons
As he gets older, David Daniels shows him, people that carry holsters really the ones that's down to hold ya
Early on he knew that there was the case, unless you got a badge that's placed right over ya shoulder
You see a sudden change he not f*cking with toons young boy just wanna sing
This lil nigga only 5 but knew what he wanted to do & what he wanted to be
How astounding
A preschooler more focused on dreams of thousands
Touching lives before 25 and with God he knew shit could happen

Really the streets always called his name
It was a easy decision, not trynna stack these pennies up the hardaway
Look at his face man he can barely count to 3
What if I fail and end up in jail?
Don't care bout speed, I'll move like a snail
Moms deserve everything
Pops deserve everything
We gone get out these spiky streets

And that shit was his promise
It was his promise (uh)
Really had a dream that he started (uh)
Needed G.O.D for tha progress (uh)
Gotta get it ain't no other option
That shit was his promise

Let's go to the year of apocalypse
The world was ending but another one was just starting man
Ten years later, the boy destined for greatness
Singing choir songs to the haven, stopped the dream to go hoop in Vegas
But shit while he was harmonizing, he could hoop too
And plus everyone loves a baller, it's instinct to lace up them hoop shoes
Kid got in the gym and now he's indulged in stretching that puss loose
Lost his hometown values gained all perspectives on what the goose do
(What it do, what it do)
Run & hide, try to stay alive, predators on the prowl and it's easy to confide
In this rock, oh don't be shocked, kid chose to hoop to become all he was not
He said f*ck it, imma get buckets, plus I don't f*ck with, singing for the public
So we gone see, just what we could be, it's gone be ight, okay, capeesh?

I know all you, want me to, bloom w these tunes, ay f*ck you
Watch my moves, when i come through, say don't scuff my shoes

The lord saith, boy stop playing, get back to basics, f*ck what you saying
I can do it on my own ay watch me make it nigga!

And that shit was his promise
It was his promise (uh)
Really had a dream that he started (uh)
Don't need G.O.D for tha progress (uh)
Nigga really trippin he done lost it
And That shit was his promise

And now it's 2018 hoe
We want more than the green hoe
Went from walking, talking, singing then he was at the free throw

L after L after L allergic to dubs like the C's hoe
(Man the Cavs hate them niggas)

Really was living through hell yeah im talking right up under the trees hoe
You see things don't always end up how you plan them out
Better be prepared for all the driest droughts
Gone head ask the kid and he'll tell you bout
Trails and tribes that'll make you stout
That'll make you ughhh
That'll make you stout
Goin on ya own ya destined to fail
Locked inside his self like wtf is bail
Walking down a path that leads straight to hell (You going straight to hell)

Hello Lord
I know we ain't been on one accord
We been in many Honda's and fords but can't even merge to go in the store
On my end the effort was poor
So poor in fact a penny i couldn't afford
It was like me before then it got right w the lord
When I was down on my last when I finally followed his phonics
If I heard eternal life was great I'd probably sit at the table with sonic

Started on track
Fell off the rocker
Back to what I started
Been making tunes since a toddler and now I'm never stopping

That shit there is my, promise