I.N.S.I.D.E (feat. G.R.I.M.M) Video (MV)

I feel like I'm stuck in a pace Stuck in the back of my face
Who
Who
Thinkin' of who
I'm probably not thinkin' of you Probably rippin' the mic in the booth
Sippin' on yacht while I'm poppin' the blue I got bitches on deck and they got bitches
Too Got me suckin' the blood in the back of the
Coupe, ayy! Feel like I'm stuck in a pace
Stuck in the back of my face Who
Who
Thinkin' of who
I'm probably not thinkin' of you Probably rippin' the mic in the booth
Sippin' on yacht while I'm poppin' the blue I got bitches on deck and they got bitches
Too Got me suckin' the blood in the back of the
Coupe, ayy! The f*ck is you feelin, ain't feelin' shit
Been drivin' in my paint and another bitch I'm somethin' adorned, she grippin' my horns
I make her feel love, and then I did They doubted the kid, now see relevance
Rep 757, my residence Came up from the gutter, the tenement
Mama, I got you, don't worry, the deficit Everything that I'm on top and I'm better
Than Grown up, you niggas in layers, my sediment
Definite, Grimmy the wave, ain't no messin' here
Triple six, even my regimen menacing Eminence over the nigga, keep emanating
Say that I'm bustin, but nigga, I resonate Rip up these bitches, I use and I decimate
Wanted your love, but you took that shit anyway
Feel like I'm stuck in a pace Stuck in the back of my face
Who
Who
Thinkin' of who
I'm probably not thinkin' of you Probably rippin' the mic in the booth
Sippin' on yacht while I'm poppin' the blue I got bitches on deck and they got bitches
Too Got me suckin' the blood in the back of the
Coupe, ayy! Feel like I'm stuck in a pace
Stuck in the back of my face Who
Who
Thinkin' of who
I'm probably not thinkin' of you Probably rippin' the mic in the booth
Sippin' on yacht while I'm poppin' the blue I got bitches on deck and they got bitches
Too Got me suckin' the blood in the back of the
Coupe, ayy! Feel like I'm dyin' inside
Givin' my all cause this shit do or die, yeah
Spend all your time in my mind Memories lurk in the back of my eyes, yeah
Refrain from that shit you keep tellin' me Love ain't a feeling, it's an enemy
My heart you can keep as a memory, baby I swear that you won't find a better me
Beverly, baby, I got on the better things Used to feel love, now I ain't feelin' anything
Used to see you with the dress and the wedding ring
Now I see girls and they ain't wearin' anything, yeah
I'm rid of what pain and I'm pluggin' hoes I used to want you, now I'm over hoes
You're lost in your heart and it f*ckin' shows But shit, that's just me, what the f*ck, I
Know
Feel like I'm stuck in a pace Stuck in the back of my face
Who
Who
I be not thinkin' of you Probably rippin' the mic in the booth
Sippin' on yacht while I'm poppin' the blue I got bitches on deck and they got bitches
Too Got me suckin' the blood in the back of the
Coupe ayy!