Nascar Racer Video (MV)

Speeding to that bag Ima Nascar Racer
Smoking Dope Drinking Henny with no Chaser
They Lacking on the Grind
Yeah Yeah they Snoozing
Told her ima Rapper and she inlove with my music

Born in 1998, I ain't New to this
Been getting money and I talk it fluent
I'm what they wanna be Diamonds give'em influence
Turning up in the Studio I'm making them Nervous
Before We F*cked She told me that she a Virgin
Even when I'm Stroking Slow She Like It's Hurting
I put my City on I'm from Mount Vernon
Use to be on 4 ave With the Bag Splurging
Streets Love me like I'm Money Mitch
Ice colder than a Fridge
Love Eating From Blue Cantina or Richie Rich
I'm in my Bag I'm Focused on my shit
For Real I can Never Switch
Use to ride for certain niggas Until they switched
They Don't Practice What they Preach Call'em Hypocrites
Anyone that wishes bad on me
Yall could Suck a dick
If you never walked in these streets
You can't tell me shit
She like the way I move
She call me Mr.Uhaul
Went To Grimes Elementary That's where niggas use to Ball
Then A.B Davis Middle School and Mount Vernon High
Was Moving Packs in School had the Mount Vernon High
What's the word Baby What's the Vibe
I Got Henny and icky Sticky baby
You Already Know F*cking the Vibes
We Getting Faded After we pour up and get High
So deep in her that She gon Lose her Mind
Not Talking about her attitude
When i said she rolled her eyes

Speeding to that bag Ima Nascar Racer
Smoking Dope Drinking Henny with no Chaser
They Lacking on the Grind
Yeah Yeah they Snoozingg
Ever since i ran up them bands Swear That my life changed

My Life Changed
I'm onto Better Things
Remember when I was broke and I ain't had a thing
I use to Post my Songs and They wouldn't Share a Thing
Never flew A Kite But I'm Flying on a Plane
Copped a Whip Cruising Down West 1st Street
Hit the Caribbean Supermarket For the Groceries
Time is money I just use My time wisely
Chase the Bag
Need the Cheese like Boiled Macaroni
Nobody gonna Feel me Unless they Kill me
Mom said Ima be Star Can't let nobody Stab me
Aware of the Streets Can't Let nobody Shoot me
Telling lies when the Hate don't work They aren't Happy
Whats ya life about My life is about money
I'm racing to that bag
Nigga counting Straight Hunnids
Running with'em Real niggas
You still Running with them Dummies
Been Getting Money Nigga
You know this shit ain't Funny
From Mount Vernon to the NBA
Big up Isaiah Cousins
He Recovered from being Shot
And Now he Balling like its Nothing
RIP Donavean
That Shit had me Bugging
That's why I toe Glizzy and I Have no chill Button
Gotta Watch Out After Parties
They be Fighting Shots Bussing
Don't F*ck with the Drama That's a Genre I do not Fw
On my grind so Hard I got money I ain't Touch Yet
City on my Back Nigga The 914 BUSSING

Speeding to that bag
Ima Nascar Racer
Smoking Dope Drinking Henny with no Chaser
They Lacking on the Grind
Yeah Yeah they Snoozingg
Told her ima Rapper and she inlove with my Music