Smert For President Video (MV)

Yo DH, Worldwide
Nigga you up the street talkin bout some, Worldwide

Yeah
Smert
Worldwide

This that middle school line leader
High school prom dated cheerleaders
Bookworm, picture that
Ball player, never sat up on them bleachers
Baggin bitches with my father features
I had no love for teachers
Know what I know now I probably wouldn't've did shit different
I made my own rules
Woulda been Valediction they taught Pro Tools
Woulda paid attention in class they taught that
I would graduated with honors, no cap
Instead I was in the back of the back
Cheatin on test, I was grabbin on ass
Blowin on kush, first name Bubba
Last place you might ever find me not in some trouble
First place to look if you need me is out Polock
You can see it in my demeanor and how I go bout
Big boy bum through bring big boy dialogue
Big boy business so it's big boy bylaws
Never been do-good, never did tryhard
Always did M-Y-W-A-Y God!
Why God? why would he be obliged?
Why would I listen to y'all when all of you niggas fraud?
None of you niggas never followed none of your dreams
You stuck to the scheme, me I take it to the extreme
The incomparable, all out in public you can't stand it
And I don't see no reason why I hit the canvas
I'm settin different standards, the presidential candidate
And if I don't get the vote then I'm gerrymandering
Whistle blowin niggas better dig more ditches
More visits to the mortician for you morgue niggas

I said, Whistle blowin niggas better dig more ditches
More visits to the mortician for you morgue niggas
Someone call the coroner

He's not gonna make it
I don't think he's gonna make it

Hey Smert!