Fumble Video (MV)

All I've gotta' do is blink, and everything will crumble
Right before I end up sinking well beneath the rubble
I'm coherent as of late, but I know I can stumble
Over my own feet for that escape, but I don't mean to Fumble
I've got habits, baggage, added up. I'm what you'd call an addict
I've 'bout had it. Packs been wack, the cash it's costing me is tragic
Trash compacted, full of cut. Somehow, they still call it twackin
Sad, but half you thugs just hit the drugs, and now you're closet faggots
Automatic Glock switch on the Canik, don't get caught up lackin
Caught a bad bitch, had more on my line, but got this one that's magic
Hard to trap it. I hook, line, and sink. Now that chick call me Daddy
Hard to balance, hit her with that stick, now she been talkin' madness
Y'all established where we stand ain't eye-to-eye, you think you're taller
Caught in traffic, stand over your body while you're leaking, thought a
Shot up at my back would stop me, at my temple was your gun
Knocked you to the slab, and got it from you. Pistol whipped, you done
Police had my ass up in the back seat, to the 'Ville we come
Till they brought me back, a statement had, a random witness, one
Took me out them shackles, let you have it with your Daddy's money
Kept it from the public, Karma killed you, cancer waxed you son
All I've gotta' do is blink, and everything will crumble
Right before I end up sinking well beneath the rubble
I'm coherent as of late, but I know I can stumble
Over my own feet for that escape, but I don't mean to Fumble
All I've gotta' do is blink, and everything will crumble
Right before I end up sinking well beneath the rubble
I'm coherent as of late, but I know I can stumble
Over my own feet for that escape, but I don't mean to Fumble
I got lots of problems, I'm a lot, that's why nobody got me
Lost my mind some time ago, been wildin' bad, but try and stop me
Did the most for mine, but mine did ghost me when I dropped to bottom
Been behind em'. Lost my spot on top, they all forgot I got em
Ain't no findin' answers, I ain't looking for no confirmation
I'm just saying. You ain't real or raw if this shit's complicating
Got me wasting breath on hollow lines, and ain't shit 'bout to change it
I'll be racing, step to throttle. Left behind is all you basics
Not complacent. Yeah, I used to be, nevertheless, my aim is
On the dot, amazing. Point and shoot, and I bet you is ringin
Hard, and hitting true. While they're slacking their jaw in amazement
I'll pretend to chalk it all up to practice, time, and some patience
Changed up all my colors, my back pocket still gonn' rep the flag
Ordo Enigmatis, The Enigma drip all red, and black
My shit ain't established, the foundation I'm still tryna' build
Brick-by-brick I'll stack until a place for my bloodline is real
All I've gotta' do is blink, and everything will crumble
Right before I end up sinking well beneath the rubble
I'm coherent as of late, but I know I can stumble
Over my own feet for that escape, but I don't mean to Fumble