Lonesome / Skip Class Video (MV)

This wasn't planned it just kind'a happened
This' for every fan, every mans that's backin'
And to all the ladies, I love your passion
I get the bag and then get to dashin'
Split with the team when we get the rations
If it's on a verse then you know I back it
Hit them where it hurts, we don't show no mercy
The team's about to ball, we don't need no jersey
This that mothaf*ckin' shit
This that mothaf*ckin' shit
You ain't a gangsta, so off with your front
We see right through you and laughin' for fun
Most of these rappers are actually one
But how could I how could I hate on my sons
I'm only after the funds
You only after-the-fact
It's why you just had to attach
And we're jus' done holdin' it back
Business as usual, all in my bag, yeah
Feel the rhythm even in your lonesome
Even in your lonesome
We don't buy it when you say that you know some
Even in your lonesome
Skip class with your shorty in a two-seater
Back when they was callin' for the duty
Comin' with the shits I really had to go and prove it
Drove deep through sand made a movie
Yeah
Competition with a newbie
We from the South back at home we the 'Nubis'
And from the North, I come forth in a hooptie
I'm in the mix, I'm a mess, but she dig that
She likes to play fight, so I bit back
She say we got spark, we a lit match
I put the whip in the park and I lean back
Back when I had way less to say
Back when the team was in disarray
When they played dirty I disinfected
It's why I had to go and put this on record
It's why I had to go and put this in records
Just a couple of records
Stay put for seconds
I'm number one I don't need a second
I just need a second
Give me some time to blow
Time to blow
Yeah yeah