Pick YO Poison Video (MV)

F*ck a honkey and a pig, I don't owe a nigga shit
Rather get it out the mud, than pay for debt until I'm zipped
I don't give a f*ck about a nigga, nor bouta bitch
Don't nobody hit my line to ask me how I'm livin'

Don't nobody hit my line tho, so what you cryin fo'
Type shit that make my soul cold, or make my mind blow
I done had it up to here with the fake love, and who u lyin fo'
Matter fact, cancel that shit, and unveil the blindfold
Slime mold, this what really happened, you so foul bro
Never dialed that pin pad, say me much dumb
Break the pin code
Communication go both ways, no way you sent that typo
I might know, just how they been skeemin inna light
But inna dark though, they been hashin', lashin' left a strike post
Strike pose, pussy ass boy don't move
That's all he ever knew, herd of niggas, only one heat
But quick to serve a nigga, reconsider, how he let it fade
Scene and panorama different, urgent figures, Gotta transfigure, to elevate sortition
I want every lick of commission, my pension
Deposited to my possession, don't short me, cut me, oppress me
Don't stress me, behest the calling, of he being blessed

F*ck a honkey and a pig, I don't owe a nigga shit
Rather get it out the mud, than pay for debt until I'm zipped
I don't give a f*ck about a nigga, nor bouta bitch
Don't nobody hit my line to ask me how I'm f*ckin' livin'

F*ck anything that resemble the pessimistic assumption
Skeptical altercations, shift ones, the commerce was rumble
He owe onnat Rostrom stumble, That platform built for prefrontal
Cant switch, hooves hardly tussle
Numbed in, Cant tact no muscle
Heart Frigidaire, wanna care
But interior swappin' hustle
He missin' that lonely organ, been broken, crushed, and defeated
Parcel the hinges together, the puzzle click tight, completed
Depletion shadowed and greeted
Gazed at just how I treated, the ones who apprised they love
And the people needing fulfillment
No space, its vacant and needing, a sense of touch of contentment
A sense of such not repeated, conceited moods are deceiving
Conceive the ones who been greedy, confine the shit they been stealin'
Remind em of they behavior, and them beans that need to be spillin'
Hush the trap, bare to hear it, its mush that flap
Ain't no dealings, stroll with ya, tryna patch this ceiling
Communicate guilty healin', Brainwashin' all our youth, in reality, raised a weakling