King Phade Video (MV)

Puts ya blicks up, dun this ain't that type of party
Scuffed knuckled thugs, and broads with no fathers
Yeah I peeped but can't call it
They wanna know why my flow is so brolick
And still I drop knowledge adjacent to a harlot
Tinted windows on a street car named desire, you feel me I was stuntin' like I'm Brando, Marlon
Stinkin up the block like a black and mild wine tip
Butter leather Avirex I'm steady on some fly shit
And never been maidenless regard me as your highness
Whippin twisted off the Bombay
I'm somewhere in between Kanye & Conway
A backpack kid with the knapsack blick
Cook it up, break it down then go cash that brick
Ionne half ass shit
Keep a pack of that loud we in the town wit it
And that ain't all that we pack we movin foul wit it
Boujie wit the kicks, rockin Nikes you ain't seen yet it's Gucci in the swish
Dapper Dan the man I had to link that
King Phade on the T and brought the mink back
Lookin like Pimp C with all the links out
I 360'd the kitchen and cleaned the sink out
She fronted liked she ain't wit it but she my stink now
She fronted liked she ain't wit it but she my stink
She keep the fire and a dutch in an Abloh clutch
Wouldn't be caught dead in no panda dunks
And she say I make her laugh like Sanford and Son
Chipped tooth but she tell me that I'm handsome as f*ck