Oz Video (MV)

Daddy ain't leave nun 2 count
Mama ain't leave no me
Accounts
Wat Ima do now
Walk in smellin like a pound
Dey ask me why
I tell em I just brought a oz
For long time a was down
Finally got my weight up now
At the round table now we talkin bout pounds
It don't happen in 1 night
This one for da youngbul who Just re-up a oz

Momma on some new shit now
Daddy only taught me how to count
I was selling Reggie but da hood wanted loud
Work started moving slow bro got me back on my feet
He fronted me a oz
Momma ain't leave me no accounts
Daddy ain't leave me nun 2 count
Wat to do now
Don't Eva put ya hand out
Neva dog ya man out
Put ya own grams out nigga get a oz
Work ya way up 2 a pound
If ya shit loud get top quality sound
Remember ain't No such thing as too many grams
If u f*ck up da re-up just make sure u leave yaself wit a oz
U can make it all right back
Niggas still all night trap
1 things for sure
If u f*ckin her good
Go make ya money first
She goin call right back
For da oz

Kidnap ya bitch for that oz
If u gotta brick stay low key
Know a few savages that's hungry
They shoot shit for da money

These same savages know me
And throw shit for me
U ain't Never owe me
That way I make niggas owe me
Call bro I don't call police
U Call me for the oz
Givin out deals if u kno me
I ain't frontin I can't let u hold these

That oz
That oz
That oz

Daddy ain't leave nun 2 count
Mama ain't leave no me accounts
Wat Ima do now
Walk in smellin like a pound
Dey ask me why
I tell em I just brought a oz
For long time a was down
Finally got my weight up now
At the round table now we talkin bout pounds
It don't happen in 1 night This one for da youngbul
Who jus re-up a oz

We guard oz's wit our dear life
We give da work back it ain't right
I can tell u bout dem slow days
Like I can tell u bout dem long nights
I kno a teen that shoot shit for green
I kno a team that flip shit for white
I can't tell no white cop my rights
Even if I could he still take my life
I can't tell u shit about God
Can't say a damn thing about Christ
I can't tell u bout no instruments
I can tell u bout those pipes
I can tell u bout short stays
I can tell u long nights
I can't tell u a time that I ran
Boy I can tell u bout some fights
I can tell u bout some dark times
I spark up and try spread light
Get so high it's a long flight
Free my mind and pour up on Ice
Free all my niggas Dawg I fly kites
Sometime It feel like I can't do right
Sometimes it's like f*ck it I should sell white
Sometimes i dont mix da codeine with da Sprite
Sometimes i be drunk sometimes I be fried
Whatever i am I wont tell u no lie
Sometimes I see da devil when I close my eyes
That shit make a nigga believe in God
Sometimes I see da devil when I close my eyes
That shit make a nigga believe in God