Snap (feat. Menlo Black) Video (MV)

Goin' 60 in a 20 and I won't slow down
Cuz I don't know how
They wanna kill the king but who gon' wear the crown
I guess it's me now
I Feel like Pagliacci but I ain't no clown
Still, I laugh loud
Cuz see, what I see is a scene that's obscene
Even scene kids agree, say, "this scene ain't for me"
Demons spit seed between innocents' knees makin' children like me
Shit, hand them a GB
Why keep it going? I broke the cycle but hoes keep on hoe'in
I'm out here tryna make 8 out of Hoenn
Then its slide back to Kanto
But Indigo blow so I can't go
Grab the bando
Hit the back do'
HM2 what it do
Flier than Tippecanoe and the Taylor Gang too
Who woulda knew
The level of devastation a Dominican-Haitian can bring down on any adversity facing
Look at me now
You're wondering what displaced him
Cocktail of money mixed with self-hatred
Survivor syndrome quick make a disgraced kid
He's faceless
Never shoot first
Cuz it's aimless

The problem with promises is a promise's purpose is simply to persist until completion
Yet promises seem purpose defeated if not prompted with presence
So we present ourselves as urgent in essence

Hold the phones, I'm busy at the moment (Oh)
So prone to breaking things you wanted
I go for broke when spit from dome
Break up the fabric your house and home
Keep the kids from listening
Another preacher's son
Who knows when preachin's done they be whistling
Feel the hood is all Good, Bad, and Ugly
Put in place there's a system of matrices, images
Fake livin' in what it took to make 'em love me
Like "What I gotta do to make them niggas love me?"
Is that what I really want, need
Money front greed
I wanna break bread, blow trees and grow trees

Shit yeah
No holds barred
Bar for bar
Swing for swing
I'm holding Menlo down over everything
With Lobos is toast burned
We both earn
Fire plays made like Wade and 'Bron on a poster