Mc2 Video (MV)

A lot shit up on my mind so let me vent to you
All this money man, is this what it was meant to do
Got you counting every blessing that was sent to you
Losing family over coins, does that make cents to you

Only time I leave my problems
Is when I board the plane
Bitch I'm ballin every night
But don't record the game

I'm in the NDA, not the NBA
Bad bih from Barbados
Call her my fenty bae

Keep my foot up in the game neck, mma
Flippin chips with the dip nigga , frito lay
Anybody can get it, nigga it may be yo day
Getting blown like natindos, boy we don't play

The shit I spit is fire
While you niggas dragon ass
Got bitch called khalisie
In the backseat baggin cash
King shit
Nigga and I own the thrown too
How you been struggling all yo life
Man I been known You
You had the flyest lil whip
And the fancy clothes
Back in high school man you had all the hoes
But that was on yo parents budget
If you like I love it
But I was rockin hand me downs
If I ain't like it then f*ck it
Coat drives every winter boy that Shit was used used
But now I'm ballin with my dawgs Like we found the blues clues
If you talk it but don't walk it nigga That's a lose lose
Y'all been sleepin on a nigga like you Hit the snooze snooze

Look mama, I told you everything would get better
Tennis bracelet on your wrist now you changing the weather
Was just a kid in this cold world, and you was my sweater
Now I'm a king up in the streets
I think I found my carretta

I guess dreams come true if you work for it
Only thing they don't tell you is that you gotta Hurt for it
You gotta bleed for it
You gotta grind
You can do anything
If you just put in the time
And I put my time into these bars
Like a 25 to lifer
And they hard af like they straight up outa rykers
Thumb up in her booty
While she ride, hitch hiker
Yea I got the pussy
That don't mean that I like her

Original hot boy like 500 degrees
I'm so hot I can prolly bring the sun to it's knees
Then I f*ck the world raw, got me shaking the trees
Bars sick nigga bouta spread a f*ckin disease
Boy you wouldn't be this blessed if you was f*ckin a sneeze
Bars sick nigga bouta spread a f*ckin disease
Boy you wouldn't be this blessed if you was f*ckin a sneeze
Bars sick nigga bouta spread a f*ckin disease
Achu
Achu
Niggas talkin then they lookin achu
Achu
I'm allergic to these fake bitches too
Achu
Achu
You missed ya shot now I'm shootin Achu
Achu
Achu
You missed your shot now I'm shootin achu

I'm Obsessed with success it's like it's all that I have
Shit I'm worse than TSA, bitch I be all in the bag
But Carry on big fella, keep on chasing that ass
But unless you pimpin, Nigga you sacrificing ya cash

Going off on every season, Like a delusional chef
Cooking nothing but good karma in this studio sesh
Karma is what you put in
Nigga I put my foot in
Fighting temptation
Like My name Cuba gooden
Junior
Lemme do ya
Ima teach ya like a tutor

Niggas keep tryin me
Then it's off with yo mondula
Take Ya bitch Easier
Than ordering an Uber

You gon need more than some aim
When your shooting at the shooter, bitchhh