Slavefeet Video (MV)

These slave feet going carry me to gravy town
Please don't play me ooo
I got the barber in back
Chopping tops wit a chrome plated mac
Oo you know I don't like to play dat
I got a fuse like a bomb bad
Blow up like bombs over Baghdad
KOTN bout to mack dat
Watch how we step
You stand to get your bitch snatch
She love it when we missed match

F*ck up some style
Like where my gifts at
I'm pretty as f*ck
You wish u could get dat

I'm bless I'm proud
Oooo
I'm black wit style
Oooo
Keep it clean like a dark night
Them stars shine through
Like million dollars ice

Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Quick pass the mic, lemme breath before I drown
I built the house, lit the fire
Burning with some predestined desire
I'm bout to crack some whips and build my own ships,
Build a new black man empire Still
Poppa Looking for some higher purpose
Does it seem like I'm for hire
I'm worthless, like a church B
You don't need it unless your worth
Everything glittering ain't gold G
The road glitters like some faux freaks
I see the situation bleek
Mamma say it more than dire
Hurst's on order tax free
Stretched with the bullet proof blinds
Keep um low and stay fine
I ain't see shit I'm blind
Learned it from the age of nine
Niggas don't play with nines
They pimp the blind and murder caterpillars
Confess it to G.o.d. if you still wanna climb
I wanna be righteous in a coupe
I know I gotta love the truth
I gotta know
Am I a king or a fool

I need to walk on water
We need some miracle
Poppa started it now we getting biblical
People believe it so much you think we Spiritual
No false prophet
Its a cold world
We do it for the digital
We need some profits
Poppa charging, AXA on the map
Now we getting historical
My people never dreamed this big
We see, The ultra HD visual
We hit that 50 year ritual
Swag on the chest
Like super man couldn't feel this dude
So fresh
We died and came back
Now we ghosting a coupe
Freedoms all we need
So we leggo some fools
Banished the Bratchers
But I think a couple others need to vanish
Who own the banks dem
They loans Stanks
Money funny if you ask me
Got me relying on my got damn slave feet
Like
I ain't never lost the damn chains, run
I ain't never left the plantation
I'm living like my last day done
Oooh dem ain't know where mi come from
Whey mi come from