Grave Danger Video (MV)

Let my thoughts blotter smoking Royals, drinking water
Seems thots caught hurt then change coil like snake posture
Impostors surround the real to feel somethings hotter
Don't have a daughter yet, don't lie to me like father
On top of my vision, you're slowing down the riches
I told you all my intentions, you're chasing clowns to tempt 'em
You pissed from the attention, got waiting hounds who wicked
I told you all my intentions, why you shocked I'm still trippin'
You front so God damn much, you're a hallucination
If you a muse then shit, I hear sirens in the distance
You say it's private business then shit, we going public
Cause I tried to trust ya but you vanish like Phantom rushin'
Run it up, run it up, keep it buck fifty
Pump it up, pump it up, ain't no simply
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, crowd too timid
Yeah sho nuff, yeah sho nuff, I got da bidness

Same shit, going through the same
Yo' trick, stop playing yo games
Same shit, take it to the grave.
Oh shit, BDJ losing his tame.

Going through tunnels, going through, uh, uh
Packing my hunnids, going through, uh, uh
F*ck a bih humping, f*ck her, no, nuh nut
You can't have her, bruh, get yo own slut
Cut from a cloth much different, yuh, yuh
You don't rock with me that bitch shit, yuh yuh
This industry made you soft, huh, huh
Think you need that , Versace, Gucci, Prada, cunt, cunt
I come from a place kinda like your's
Differently, my hurt turned to blurs cursed
Made me worse, den worse, I overcame the words
Delivered some bass rap slaps like courier.
Currently, the word on the streets seem to be
We all afraid about what I do, killing spree
So ain't no killing me cause I'm drilling free
Suicidal tendencies turned me to emcee
No ISIS flow, I'll murk a hoe though
Catch her cheating then she worm food hoe
Boasting ain't true, I'm telling you how it is
Leave me alone if you ain't wit it, pussy bih
Switch it up, that Nintendo power supply
Rinse yo' stuff, took you to cleaners now I dry
Wrap you up in your Sunday's finest dye
Die hard, die hard, die hard, Bruce Willis but my hair nice
Gave ya'll slice, chops, rocks, drops all year.
Calendar reminds, bop this guap, bangin ears
Glock shock shot, glock shock shot, let this be clear
Wayne made this slang, but no Lil bit, we want all the cheers
Left 812 for 502
Will you miss me and music?
I do not know if you're 'fraid to lose
Nothing to lose 'cept my youth and the truth real quick
Lil bit of this, lil bit of harmony
Cup full of Fanta-C, thoughts keep scarring me
Family keeps calling me, pulsing like these stars be
I'm at a distance beep but keep shining eternally

Same shit, going through the same
Yo' trick, stop playing yo games
Same shit, take it to the grave
Oh shit, BDJ losing his tame

Going through tunnels going through uh uh
Packing my hunnids, going through uh uh
Spending these summers, jamming to my stuff
Studio wonders, f*ck the numbers, I'm one
Of a kind, by design, I think too much
All the time, no standby, I drive, yuh yuh
No invite, some insight, wrecked inside, uh uh
So I strive, all the time, to feel okay, yuh yuh
Cops think I stocked a stock to stop the comp, question
Mock the jocks, spocks, pacs, locks against confession
Pop the pills, nothings real when you fill your life with medicine
Must by hypocrite cause music shit is my weapon
Run it up, run it up, keep it buck fifty
Pump it up, pump it up, ain't no simply
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, crowd too timid
Yeah sho nuff, yeah sho nuff, I got da bidness
Same shit
Different day
My time, my day to day
Same shit
Different place
Yeah, this sound, it is for the greats