Gold Soul II Video (MV)

I weigh my options
I play my part
I lose my conscious
I lose my heart
I'm off the xanny
I'm off the henny
All these drugs, yeah there's plenty
F*ck some me friends, I need that Bentley
These thought, yeah they get me
Dollar, cent and penny
Can't forget me, can't forgive me
Past resentment, your amendment
I'm making this ism my mission
My people ain't victim
We trapped in a system
They want me in prison
They killing our children
I'm hoping they landing in kingdom whenever heaven arrive
None of you f*cking my vibe
Pour up your feelings in sprite
Came from the south with the shit that I write
My dick in her mouth with the shit that I ride
Call her Sydney Jones when she get piped
Pussy juice be so bitter, it ain't ripe
It's been an honor
I'm high as the book be
If you try to judge, I shoot ya jury
Your shit be novice, bitch I see a rookie
You're not an artist
Homie, you just pussy
Every time you rhyming I smell hymen
I'm viewing the scenes as they moving
Get lost in a dream if you snoozing
I'm cruising, stay in your lane
Money tree sprucing, water dripping like rain
I'll take a check now, they trying to take some from my plate
You lose respect or something
Tell the devil I'll be there in morning
Tonight we mixing the tec and they calling
Tell them I'll be the in a sec I ain't stalling
I'm driving through stars and we crashing
My mind in the cosmos I must be a Martian
My flow be like Narcos, so send in the squadron
If you taking a shot, hope you ain't missing
Sneak dissing, get you shot like my homie policing
Bitches be living for trill
Broke dudes looking for deal
Can't lose, thats how I feel

None of you holding back
None of you owing me that
None of you holding back
None of you owing me that