Bacc Then Video (MV)

Yeah, n***a you complain it's up there
I confirmed it's stuck there
If I did spin the corner
Just to see where ya mans live
They saying to me like You used to be smooth back in high school kid
Now you think you hot shit
Pappy got soul, I think it's living in me
Never die young
Part of me was dead young
I have a flat tire, wasn't no spare one
How the f*ck you gone lemme get aired up
Niggas a get you killed and life moves on
Let a two twenty-three hit like double LeBron

Cuz had sent me a flick and he did it on Jay pay
We never decide, we ones always die young
I love you my guy but Cross my path and it's a dun dun
Loose my mind I get outta body
There's no reasoning for cryin'
There's no reasoning for cryin'
Trappin' might catch me a homi
I ain't turn you to no mickey, muhf*cka' better not snitch on me
Hate my damn city, haunted by my worst memories
We split most them n****s taunting, get rid of my enemies
We split most them n****s talking, gotta get rid of my enemies
Yeah, huh Seven

N***a you complain it's up there
I confirmed it's stuck there
If I did spin the corner
Just to see where ya mans live
They saying to me like You used to be smooth back in high school kid
Now you think you hot shit
Pappy got soul, I think it's living in me
Never die young
Part of me was dead young
I have a flat tire, wasn't no spare one
How the f*ck you gone lemme get aired up

Yeah, n***a you complain it's up there
I confirmed it's stuck there
If I did spin the corner
Just to see where ya mans live
They saying to me like You used to be smooth bacc in highschool kid
Now you think you hot shit
Pappy got soul, I think it's living in me
Never die young

Part of me was dead young
I have a flat tire, wasn't no spare one
How the f*ck you gone lemme get aired up

N****s a get you killed and life moves on
Let a two twenty-three hit like double LeBron

Let a two twenty-three hit like double LeBron
Let a two two-three hit
It's up there, Seven