Justin Bailey Intro Video (MV)

I'm back
But I never left
That right
Opposite of left
I'm tight
Yea I'm fly to death
That's like
I'm outta breath
In flight You apply the rest
The game f*cked up
Replacement refs
And I'm coming in to fix this shit
Wit this sick spit wit this hot breath
Do not step to this D dot
This Justin Bailey this FreshWorks
Or That tongue spit
Like that gun spit
And yo lungs hit
In that fresh hearse
That base hit & yo chest hurt
When that track hit is my best work
Tracklist is just madness
Like I said it's my best work
But I killed shit on that twins tape
And that up all night
And that Guap shit
I rocked shows like I rock clothes
Wit my hot flows
From them Dot lips
I hustle hard for them Chex bitch
Not mix
Rock shit
Hot shit
In my cockpit in that tapedeck
My shit
Killed you hoes on momma there goes
All the while while grinding them O's
Retail shit
When I was working them stores
Raiders store
When I was selling them rows
Season tickets all black in that hole
Work flow wit them faggot ass holes
Listen up this how the legend unfolds
Grind hard until we open them doors
Rondo flows, nigga that 9 spittin'
Now you a paraplegic
Wit yo slime dripping
Bitches get this
I think your fine but listen
Throw puss or get ghost
No time for bullshittin'
Cuz I ain't tripping
Cuz I'm different
I rock J's like I ain't Pippen
You niggas sleep
While this niggas up
And no I ain't talking a time difference
I grind different
I'm dream chasing
Fiend chasing and green chasing
That sprite bottle I'm lean lacing
Super man 4's
Green laces
Justin Bailey my alter ego
A weird nigga that push pedigo
I ain't Craig I'll pop a DeeBo
Something like MJ shot on Ehlo
Hot shit I'm like a cheeto
Do this shit for them chips bitch
Whip sick like a big chip
I dip quick on you dip shits
Rose to the top
But was on bottom
Like the score ticker
Kill you rappers like dead homies
Word to PAC pour more liquor
More triggers more ammo,
Body shit, black Rambo
Black Sambo Burn animals
Blow your top off like a wax candle
I got that Flowdeci notice me
Forever Dotty
I ain't cool wit that second role
No I ain't tryina be Scottie
I'm Dot B and You not me
But you neva realizing
I Moving eights and quarters
Like new era fitted sizes
My eyes is on the prize
That's what's I I hustle daily
Either that
Or settle for a 9 to 5 working at Raleys
No way, sheesh
I'm destined for that thing
We calling greatness
I'm taking what I want
No questions asked just like a rapist
When I'm spacing out
I'm like outer space
Most places I'm outta place
Green hat with an orange bill
I'm an Alien I'm not a race
I'm Different on that different shit
Plain people can't picture it
Lame people can't vision it
9 years and I'm still in this
And I won't stop till I'm gon pop
Dome shots and you gon drop
I slide and I'm gone, hot
Iroc on them chrome stocks
Coke in pot
Open shop
On the block
F*ck you pay me
I welcome yall to my mixtape
D dot as Justin Bailey