Fuxk It I'm Back Video (MV)

First thing
I've been trying to get a cheque from my verses
Niggers aiming at my neck so they lurking
They don't know I birthed my gift from their curses
Take a shot at the top that's just bourbon
F*ck the crown g I'm only here to murk it
My XP loading up till I burst it
Still alive guess their video ain't been working
And I love all my niggers I won't mask it
But Ima put all my brothers in a casket
I'm too one point blank end of
I'll set the bar none these rappers gonna pass it
Listen to the flow just to harness
Tell a man it's better when it's arctic
I've been on the bench now I'm starting
Direct no sub so don't treat me like I'm Mahrez
Call a man Dragoon when I spin tings
Certain man can barely spin a Beyblade in this
Still want to act like they top of the pile
But in this game of throne they're more Peter Dinklage
And they talk hard but they're shrinking
Any time they enter the ring with the king pin
Yeah Ima dick let it sink in
So I bust back on a pussy out of instinct
But I'm still on my grind
Had my plan mapped till it went out of sight
Only thing left was for me to write
And I had gs that said they would ride
They were all front so I left them behind
Had dark days not to talk of dark nights
Marge told me I'm the bane of her life
I was so young with the fumes in my mind
I was double crossed twice but in the end so was Christ
People change up on you for any reason
In this city only have two seasons
Shit can get hot people move cold
So gs sleep with two waps in case niggers want a threesome
Let me not mislead them
But a mum mourning a son every evening
And you know the drill
We rap so real
Cah all this art reflects the life that we been in
F*ck my lane Fam I'm speeding
So many flows you can lease it
Like an innocent man I'm appealing
Smooth criminal she want beat it
See the way I play the tune like a g string
I'm f*cked on the rhythm like I Jeeted
Like Clay man I hit them with the bee sting
Can't cheer for a nigger then be seated
Chicken wings I'm about to be your favourite
Wait actually no stop that
I was dropping bars like those when niggers made money of the gram and bitches posed for a Kodak
Now bitches making money of the gram and niggers want to act and pose like they're Kodak
Really I don't know Ahk
But in the end we got to make Mo-stack
So wake me when I'm stinking rich
When we can walk into Santan
And tell the teller that me and my Bros legit
Never on your js your with us so
Your problems are my problems that's it
And I've given too much just to quit
I tried but that went to shit
No reward without any risk
And that's just the way that it goes
Age thirteen white man screaming nigger hurt more than their sticks and stones
Now the first text to the gs on my phone
Game is the game I suppose
So the politics I don't indulge
Got one g trying to be Obama
And my next g want to be Al Capone
But I can't judge them see
Went from broken homes on to broken streets
I was told that the system ain't broken it's just that
It was never created for me
And all these paths lead to pain
Red clouds in the sky bloody rain
Cah my neighbour wants to see me in chains
And my brother want take my life for a chain
So if sky is the limit take me to space
Kill or be killed either way there's a grave
I could die for my dogs bet they won't do the same
Monkey business I'm about to go ape
It's a concrete jungle
Everyday is a constant struggle
Be the best or die that's the hustle
If I touch this bag I pray I stay humble