No Shade Video (MV)

Yeah, I' high as f*ck
F*ck I done turned to a hippie
Shoutout them niggas that's wit me
F*ck them niggas who against me
They don't wanna feel this fifty
Shooting til the clip is empty
Shit can get gangsta
I'm the one hitting them licks
I'm the one flippin' that shit don't you ever forget
And when shit was down bad I was the nigga you get
I'm the one
See you f*ckin' with a real one
I'll give ain't gotta steal from me
Niggas swear they wanna they wanna lick something
The glock on me that's the chill button
Got a perc in me I don't fell nothing
But I feel niggas is phony
I'm so used to that strap on me
Be forgetting it's on me
Don't be thinking you tony montana
Don't be thinking you ghost
You can voice your opinion my nigga
But you really don't know
From my angle, my view, my perspective, man these niggas some hoes
I keep it calm, cool, collective, but I'm really on go
F*ck I done turned to a savage
Nigga I'm far from average my guns automatic
Come to the plug I been had it
Come to this weed I'm an addict
Come to this green I'm a rabbit
Come to my dog I'm like shaggy
Come to my girl she get aggy
Give her the dick now she happy the hairs on my weed be nappy
Ain't smoking no weed if it's crappy
Niggas throwing shade I be chilling in the shade yeah
I wanna see you shine you wanna see me in the rain yeah
But I'm focused now you know niggas getting paid yeah
Been hungry for it like I ain't ate in days
If I ain't made no plays
Now I'm in a daze
Smoking on some shit I don't know the name
I know just know it's flame I just know it came
Good numbers on it so i won't complain
Straight shots, yeah I'm staying in my lane
Big glock, for them niggas feeling lame
For them numbers mane I hopping on the plane
Hopping on a boat, or hopping on the train
Niggas hopping on the bandwagon cuz I stay having
No negative vibes I stay happy
I don't internet beef so don't at me
I ain't throwing you shit so don't ask me
I'm running this shit like athletes
I ain't running this shit at half speed
You ain't running shit you got bad knees
I'm Micheal Johnson at a track meet
How the f*ck you gone bash me
Til I'm at ya face like acne nigga
I done showed love to a couple niggas them
The same niggas backstabbed me
Now I'm sitting back I'm relaxing
Nigga you ain't gotta ask me
Long as everybody in the car getting paid nigga
I'm cool with the back seat
Glock nine with a beam on it prolly wouldn't even use the beam on it
When you too busy squeezing on it
You ain't thinking bout the beam that's on it
You just thinking bout finding him
You just thinking bout creeping on him
You don't care bout no witnesses
You just thinking bout killing homie
You out here, you got beef doing shiesty shit you should've seen it coming
My nigga just died from cancer
And he don't smoke he don't drink or nothing
Met the plug he threw me something
Started off with less then a onion
I ain't stop and he kept it coming
Now all them pounds come from that onion
Niggas throwing shade I be chilling in the shade yeah
I wanna see you shine you wanna see me in the rain yeah
But I'm focused now you know niggas getting paid yeah
Been hungry for it like I ain't ate in days