Still Video (MV)

This the T - E - double D I'm lookin at you side ways highways can't handle my lane
I do this my way your voodoo is child's play like Xbox your ex got no ass
Question marks you bars with no mass
Kilograms weigh it up and then we'll laugh at has beens a wannabes one of these
One a piece order me a chunk of beef chucky I'm wild in the evening
Wilder than oscer on runnin blades
This river Reeva can't stop me
I finish lines like Olympics I'ma leave you limping every time you step in here you lose your hearing
What you Livin for like the number after three two one lift off
I blast off like rockets in a Kawasaki pocket deep inside the ocean like posidon
Will I kill you all I'm deciding decipher these algorithms like four four time but see im

Still tryna see right
Still tryna
Still tryna put my ducks in a row
And man I till still tryna be right
Still tryna
Still tryna buck for my bros
And man Im still tryna be about it
Still tryna
Still tryna reach the top of the rope
And I'm still tryna preach about it
Still tryna
And I'm still tryna

Rise up gear up
I don't believe in luck
Micky mouse with bullets you Donald duck
And if you don't you lose your life in a crash course with my rifle
Acrobatic I spit a flow in a tight rope
Tighten up the noise I'll let you hang on your lines when I die
Im comin back six times with six lives more
All day like six times four you want more cock a pistol and out your brain to the floor
I made bars outta steal and coal my hands chosen
So as I brave this cold I stay potent I made snowmen with ice from holy water

Put this in the freezer my demons died in the slaughter
House yellow wolves done ate em all for the supper you sucking my second nut
I'm sicker punching your gut no one is better than us my mind soul and crust we are three
Like musketeers in torn jeans but I'm

Still tryna see right
Still tryna
Still tryna put my ducks in a row
And man I till still tryna be right
Still tryna
Still tryna buck for my bros
And man Im still tryna be about it
Still tryna
Still tryna reach the top of the rope
And I'm still tryna preach about it
Still tryna
And I'm still tryna

I'm classified as born free and it's meanless or maybe meanful
And what I mean is average is the new cool using pro tools to fix my bad moves
F*ck a chat room rapping in the yard in a car or the bathroom nigger
You can choose where you die these are my rules of the bucthery
Niggers that bite lines from old meat
Never f*ck with me I'm ready for raw beef
And I know that you heard me
I hit you with a verse like I work for the clergy
I curve these bars at an angle it works adjacent to the hand of God man I'm bringing you hurt see
I started Livin large dropped n bars at birth I never mumbled
So I stay humble when niggers try to rumble leave em all let em tumble my tummy will be your jungle
So you can stomach these flows I'm in the zone like a touchdown nigger try me

Still tryna put my ducks in a row
And man I till still tryna be right
Still tryna
Still tryna buck for my bros
And man Im still tryna be about it
Still tryna
Still tryna reach the top of the rope
And I'm still tryna preach about it
Still tryna
And I'm still tryna

And I'm still tryin