Label Video (MV)

I smoke through black
I realize, I can't lack
All around me
Saying,"Wasted talent"
Gotta stop hiding and
Holding my self back
Watching from afar
The night sky, full of stars
Will I ever be that
One in a million
I can't even think like that
No pressure to me
But pressure makes diamonds
But also blows pipes
Honestly, f*ck it all
And the money
F*ck it all, f*ck it all
And the money
F*ck the ice, f*ck the gimmicks
F*ck the money
I do it cause I love it
I do it cause I love it
Nobody, telling me that I do this shit for you
Telling me that I do this shit for you
A cup of clout and 30 pounds less
And now I think I'm so damn cool
And now I think I'm so damn cool
Quit playin man
Telling me that you had my back since day 1, it's day 400
How do you explain that one
Ironically now you're back
I told y'all that I'm finished, finite', it's the return of the Mack
I'm here for that ones that never checked out
Who spend more time checkin up
Than f*cking decked out
F*ck your reminiscing
And the f*cking hand out
Erase my number Riverside
Cause I clocked out
Yeah I clocked out
Yeah I really really clocked out
Nobody, telling me that I do this shit for you
Telling me that I do this shit for you
A cup of clout and 30 pounds less
And now I think I'm so damn cool
And now I think I'm so damn cool
Look at me, here's my phone
Now look at you
We're f*cking different
But that's ok boo
It's alright though
I guess that's what time will do to you
To me and you
But you ain't even got a clue
I'm at the label again
The 8-Trap label tryna label me again
And push some new Frequency
And labeling my new friends
That they flyin out
The f*ck that's about
My sound don't even supposed to sound like that
More and more plastic waste
Hella wack
And here I am
Announcing that I'm f*cking back
How am I supposed to f*ckin f*cking do that
Nobody, telling me that I do this shit for you
Telling me that I do this shit for you
A cup of clout and 30 pounds less
And now I think I'm so damn cool
And now I think I'm so damn cool