Beaconsfield Memories Video (MV)

Yea, you know we gon start the year off right
The first step one hundred g's then imma double it, bro upping it, he shooting now, he not into discussing shit
Greed ah get yo ass locked, I'm not with rushing shit,
I do this shit all by my lone I'm never trusting them,
Bag sold, I'm a asshole cause I got money,
They should call me Ted the way I Lasso all these hundreds,
I'm a boss bae it's in my blood these niggas think I'm lucky
I done lost money a hundred ways, but one play made it double
Long drive, low eyes, I got a pretty passenger
Hit a play, commit sin, talk to god, I'm tryna manage
Shit was crazy I was getting scripts and selling to my manager,
You won't find better bae I meant that for the both of us
Add a line, get the card, bank loaded up
He took a bar and ended up behind some, the fully bust
Two steps ahead, she tried to slime me she Ashanti
Basically I'm saying you the foolish one
Foreign, go tune it up
Pay's two if you moving em'
He tried me, he clueless now
Ricky do movie stunts
No fatigue the way I'm working, boy you don't do enough
Three hundred dollar fragrance what I'm spraying, change aroma up
I got old hoes that act of character so I notice them,
I got old friends that know I'm the realest, they wanna listen now
I got niggas hustle, get it in dealing, so they miss dinner time
He was young watching Nick at nite, now he sell nicks at night
Five in my pockets, shit won't make it to the bank
Ben Frank, put it in my tank, ain't see the next day
Eat the cake, the way I beat the bank, I call it Anna Mae
Let her back into my life, but she ain't like it, said I changed
I'm that nigga, my Mom and Dad so proud of what they made
Hit my tele, go catch a card lil nigga if you want pape
Tunnel vision, f*ck these hoes, that what my granny say
Remember high school, nigga gave my hoe a sweet-a-gram
She left her man, tried to f*ck with me, Ion want yo cheating ass
Keep it G he tryna go legit, he tired of flipping bags
PRBLM hoodie, got a inside pocket, keep that for the mag
Wavy nigga, foreign ocean blue, the inside color sand
Get a bag, stick to the plan, they think I'm selling tan
I wrote my name in cursive, so they know that I got class
College Kid, on the way to class, he hit me bout a bag
If it's green, I got docs made, let's do it make it fast
Pay me back, ion need that, f*ck I look like? I'm yo mans
I was heart broke, then Wavy turned me up cause I was sad
Ever since, I couldn't let a bitch take me off my tasks
Shopping with JP, I'm like bro f*ck it pop the tag
We ahead of the masses, I'd come foreign f*ck challenger's
Cops and Robbers, I was always robbers, niggas tattling
Throwing gang signs in childhood pics, my Momma laugh with me
Watching Scooby-Do on Beaconsfield, that was my granny crib
I'm not the one to be challenging, if he reach for me, he out of it
P10 extra clip, bow, get em out of there
I wanna kill the whole f*cking, wait, I can't start right there
Nigga jeffing, quick to tell em, nigga stop right there
I'm a boss and humbly, I don't need that it's under me
Could tell that she wanted me, talked my ear off in front of him
He thought he was bigger, as you can see he not son'n me
You posting petty cash, I'm at Petty Cash, model with me
On gang