Fourteen O's Video (MV)

(Yeah)
Aye, do you know about life bro?
I f*cking hate life
Ion even wanna f*ckin' be here
(Why?)
May i?
Every single day
I just wanna die
(Everyday?)
And its getting harder to not
Go out and f*ckin' traumatize
One of you motherf*cking guys
F*ck you all
Man i show up for my shift at 4
With a 14 inch clip
Make my whore of a manager
Suck my dick
Give her a kid
Then i say i quit
Leave the grocery store
But before
I gotta cum on the door
Of the Fortino's
For paying me 14 dollars an hour
Got me feeling so sour
As everyone line up
And tower their food so high
As i clutch my stomach
And hold back the bile
Lack of money for food
Got me feeling so vile
But im'a
White Male
So y'all in denial
Gonna
Make bail
Once they seeing my style
That bottle
Comforts me
Along with lean, beans, lots of weed
Mushrooms, LSD, is up in my sleeve
Xans, oxy, amphetamines
Ketamine, enters me
Enemies, everywhere i look
Get shook, you mistook the hook
For some bullshit
Now those bullllllets
Are hitting yo kids in their ribs
At night
Alright?
Finally knowing im right
The world is
And they got me in sight
Trife thieves, we can't be trusted
Steppin' to my clique the wrong way
And get yo' motherf*ckin' dome busted
We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches
We ain't just killing f*cks, we f*ckin' bitches
Trife thieves, we can't be trusted
Steppin' to my clique the wrong way
And get yo' motherf*ckin' dome busted
We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches
We ain't just killing f*cks, we f*ckin' bitches
Shout to trife thieves
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