Making a Scene (feat. Yumz Awkword) Video (MV)

I pull up, I hop out
Arrive in a foreign
Put out a mixtape
Then I go on tour and
All of these girls that I see
They got me making a scene
They come backstage, security don't Intervene
They smoking straight to the face
Putting their bodies on me
They got me making a scene

Anywhere I wanna go,
Anything I wanna be
It don't take much for me to reach
Bitch, you're still on your knees
You out here begging for recognition
I chase my dreams
With perfect precision
Head on collision
This a deep cut
Like a doctor making incisions
I'm slicing through the competition
Like a perfect rendition of
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Blood everywhere
I need new furniture
I need a two story home so I can slide Down the banisters
Loaded Smith & Wesson when I'm Out on the streets
Cause I can't trust a pussy bitch not To run up
Just let me be
30 hollows in the magazine
Modded trigger
Less pressure to squeeze
This industry's cold
But I'm iced out to the teeth
Rapping shit is just a breeze
I break some shit you pay the fees
My price went up, you're still on free CDs
Handing them out in the middle of The Mezzanine
When you're in the presence of a King
You better take a knee
That's advice that you should keep

I pull up, I hop out,
Arrive in a foreign
Put out a mixtape
Then I go on tour and,
All of these girls that I see
They got me making a scene
They come backstage, security don't Intervene
They smoking straight to the face
Putting their bodies on me
They got me making a scene

(Right, Right, Right)

I'm mad rich and I'm mad lit
Throwing stacks in the face of a mad Bitch
You can see me hit the race in a Maverick
Wrote the book for these rhymes Like a madlib
Check my adlibs
Just imagine me doing magic
All these hoes all plastic
I need that real shit
Don't ever wanna feel shit
I hit the killswitch
On my emotions
But I still cool cause I'm still rich
Niggas wanna rumble
But there's really no shade
25 for the 8th,
Man it's been a good day
Man I've spent all day
Let go of my hood ways
And I know my momma really proud Of me
Middle finger to everybody doubting Me
Yumz why you switch up
Man that's the way it had to be
Had to leave the city
And I had to move on
Now a little Nigga taking off and
I'm gone

I pull up, I hop out
Arrive in a foreign
Put out a mixtape
Then I go on tour and
All of these girls that I see
They got me making a scene
They come backstage, security don't Intervene
They smoking straight to the face
Putting their bodies on me
They got me making a scene

I have an outlook on life that Everything's gonna be alright
Even when the world is pressed Against me, I won't lose the fight
Don't say you understand what I've been through till you've been in my Shoes
Not the Adidas that I'm wearing now
I'm talkin bout the pair with the sole Worn down
And my heel falling out
From where I was constantly picking Myself back up off the ground
Random motherf*ckin haters told Me I was wack
Back now I'm back and bitch look Where I'm at
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