Headphones Video (MV)

When I'm in the booth can hear the sirens through the headphones, yeah
Im tired of seeing friendly faces on a headstone
My nigga went to jail soon I came home, he know he dead wrong
Gotta send 'em pictures of me laid up with my red bone
I know how it feel to be alone seeing dark clouds
Couldn't get no visit, but they want me to pull up now
My wrist a ticket 'bout to go and drop a buss down
Could've been done signed a deal in prison, but I had to turn it down
More money, more problems, more Glocks, more chops
More switches, more bodies for the morgue now
Young nigga, 5 figures, real killer
Block bender, name ringing from the streets to the compound
Stop the car, I see one of my old friends on the sidewalk
Can't forget them days when I was walking to the bus stop
Just to not get on, I end up at one of my hoes house
Waiting for my brother to come get me in a hot car
Like skrt, skrt, skrt, vroom, vroom, choppa sound
Boom, boom, I ain't never go a day without hitting that yard
Ain't got no tail for me to tuck, only thing tucked is my rod
A thug nigga, what dat mean? True Haitian Up Under God
I put my Z over everything, including my dawgs
Cause if they play, I swear to god I'll tear them niggas apart
Twenty six thirteen six, got it engraved in my heart
That's why I never gave a bitch a chance to play from the start
I never show my face when I be on FaceTime with them broads
Cause all these bitches do whatever just to get a lil buzz
Only thing I got for a bitch is hard dick and some drugs
But I might buy a bitch a meal, if the pussy was good
Lane switching everyday, don't need to be in the hood
Cause I done did so much of shit, my presence always be there
Everybody wanna be around, nobody wanna be down
Waiting for my brother to touchdown to take what's rightfully ours
I can't forget them days we had the studio in the house
Ain't got no plan b, cause to me, shit, this the only way out
Somebody tell me how? That I can still hear through the headphones
But I'm smoking loud