Boward Farm (feat. Pepe da Don) Video (MV)

Aight, aight, aight, aight
Nigga, the f*ck you mean
I'm suffering from low self-esteem
But lucky me, I got a selfish dream
I'm tired of feelin' helpless, tryna help my team
And help they cream
Cash rules everything surrounding me
But still my old thoughts drowning me
And crowding me with doubt it seems
We got doubtless dreams
And out is where they counting me
Counting money in my money counter, can't counter me
From the fountain where I found my dreams
As a co-founder, bitch, I made my streams
And I don't mean no harm
I'm known to use my charm cause I'm charm-ing
I'm used to the storm, used to the rain
Used to the pain when it's storming
A new me is forming
I'm used to the madness
How I float on carpets, bitch, I'm like Aladdin
Nee Nee be my jasmine
And if I ever fall off, I'll be another has-been
These niggas raps straight garbage, put them where the trash is
I only made the Yola tapes to show you what I'm stashing
And when it's time to flip birds, I'm wild hyped to cash in
I got my money off the curb, making street fashion
I go dummy off the nerve, I'm elite with passion
Another lucky bastard
And boward farm, yeah, you know the rules
Pay your dues
It don't matter how you feel when you in them moods
Soldiers charging to the game, now you on a cruise
But don't start losing your brain when you sipping booze
Cause these niggas really out here and they pressing snooze
Yeah, and they pressing snooze
Yeah, don't be pressing snooze
Don't be pressing snooze
Don't be pressing snooze
I live for this
I'm a god
I dare you to give up on me
You bitch ass nigga
I dare you to give up on me
I go crazy on your ass