Annie's Kitchen Video (MV)

(Yeah I)
I grew up in Annie's Kitchen
Remember shit so vivid
After school, I washed them dishes
It was a decent living
I ain't have no father figure
My uncle was the nearest
But his breath it smelled of liquor
Told me solider go get it
Damn, he lived a mile a minute
Moving down this road called life
I never lost the vision
Grandma told me never give up, this my solar system
I come home, old friends weighing and moving chickens
The scale was off the Richter
Mama always had my best interest
She told me about music, swag, and math, money and interest
Bout American agendas and evil politicians
She told me that the dreads on my head, they would make me different
They look with silly misconceptions, Mama f*ck they vision
I fly around the world, collecting bread, feel like a pigeon
I make that feel good music for your earholes, take a listen
I make that feel good music for your earholes, take a listen
I see girls that I called sisters, turning into strippers
Baby do what you gotta do, call it Tommy Pickles
Your life on go, I know, don't forget to stop for a picture
I used to have a lil vixen, would tell all of my business
She used to suck me like dentures, don't worry I won't diss ya
I got a following of birds, like I invented Twitter
I started off at the bottom, elevate through the ceilings
I'm a car dashing in, feel like that nigga Tristan
Look at Donna's son now, she said baby go get it
The young soldier look like he about to complete his mission
I close my eyes, feel like I'm still back in Grannie's kitchen
I close my eyes, feel like I'm still back in Annie's kitchen
Them memories vivid
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
Yeah I
I grew up in Annie's Kitchen
Remember shit so vivid
After school, I washed them dishes
It was a decent living
I ain't have no father figure
My uncle was the nearest
But his breath it smelled of liquor
Told me solider go get it
Damn, he lived a mile a minute
Moving down this road called life
I never lost the vision
Grandma told me never give up, this my solar system
I come home, old friends weighing and moving chickens
The scale was off the Richter