Christian Bale Interlude Video (MV)

Tsss, I got to take some time to myself real quick, like, I got to go on, like, a lil' drive real quick, ma
I'ma be back, like, I'ma let you know when I get home, you feel me, 'cause sometimes

I don't know what's going on, they tryna look at me like I'm the villain, yeah
I don't know why they moving wrong, I'm tryna get right, get this money, it's good for my feelings, uh-huh
And I don't know why them niggas be lyin' to me, but it's okay, I don't care cause they ain't dying for me
And why, bae, you don't wanna be down with me?
Cause you know I don't have to cap or gown for a V-O

No, I don't lie about none of the things that I be talkin' about over these tracks, on these instrumentals
Shout out to my nigga Leaf, he sent the beat, this shit ain't whack, you know I get this shit up off the head, I get it off my temple
And she tryna give me mental, tryna give me brain
And she know Christian, I'm tryna change from goin' insane
I'm tryna chill, I can't be around with none of them lames
Told them niggas I'm state to state, them niggas say I love switchin' lanes

Double R I'm the real roadrunner
With my dawg he, the quarterback and I'm the punter
I don't gotta catch no stain, I'ma get them racks
P.O. box with my name, I'ma get the sack
The way that I be movin', movin' with the pack
But I still go and step up by myself, nigga, like I'm Shaq
I don't care, nigga, I don't gotta call them mob
If you tryna mess with me, you better call on God
I don't gotta be with niggas doin' fraud
Gettin' money since a toddler livin' large
And I'm tryna get these cars and f*ck up on these broads
But I'm just tryna go and chill, told him not tote no rods
And not hang with broads
But sometimes this life is crazy and he get the rod

And I'm now tryna talk to him on the podcast
And I'm just tryna tell her to stop shakin' that ass
But somehow people don't listen, I gotta take a drive
I gotta go and find a way to smoke and ease my mind
I hit Oscar, I told him, nigga, I'm goin' bar for bar and line for line
Why she in my face, tryna talk to me, she always lyin'

And the way these niggas be lyin', they really bitches
When I say bitches, now I don't even be talkin' bout women
I'm finna change my language
If you ain't talkin' 'bout money, nigga, you ain't gangly

And why the hell them niggas always fakin'
They hatin' on GVO because we made it
But somehow still Christian ain't make it
I'm tryna find a way to stop seein' these women naked

I need a wife, I need some millions in my bank account
I'm in the city runnin' up, told 'em run the safer route
Tryna get up out it, dealin' out that pouch
When I come back to the city, all I do is scout

Uh-huh, and she tryna run her mouth
I can't talk to her, I say, go do what your mouth do
When you with them other niggas, when you hop up in the coupe
I don't wanna talk to you, you lookin' like a silly goose

Uh-huh, with my dawgs and then I go and sign a truce
Rappin' like I'm Wayne, I'm in all black, I told you that I'm Bruce (Christian Bale)
Uh-huh, get up on the mic, I act a fool
Like I'm DMX, them niggas don't even know what we do to you

I'm with them dawgs, baby girl, I'm with the goons
With the Gainesville niggas comin' soon
I might pop out Orange and Blue at noon
Show them niggas, yeah, I'm the realest nigga get into it

I'm the biggest, I ain't Dlow
When I come up on the street, they fear me like I'm Deebo
When I get this green, they lookin' at me like I'm CeeLo
I don't even wanna f*ck your bitch, cause I don't see hoes

No, I'm tryna find somethin' real
Tryna find a way of livin', no to pop no pills
And I'm doin' this shit just for the thrill
I told my mama I would be the man since I would live

I'm bout that action, uhh, GVO
You already know, you already know how it go, Ohh
Mr. VO, yeah, it's Mr. VO
Three,five,two, broke the area code, never the code