Stop It Video (MV)

Not like the rest
Don't play close to the chest
But I'll end your set in just one breath
Don't f*ck with a gang
Just f*ck with the slang
Make your brain feel re-arranged
Stop it, you're stupid
Your music is putrid
Next time you pull up
Pull up with some new shit
Don't want to do it?
Well I want to do it
So f*ck it, I'mma do it

Swerve in a lambo?
Well I swerve in a mech
It's got a lot of ammo
And you're f*ckin' next
You might want to look up
You look kinda shook up
Cuz the red comet
Is comin' to shoot up
You on Side Three
Ya got no armor, only Gucci
Wish that you were smarter
Wish that you knew me

Look at the white kid
Get all excited
He's sayin' things I don't understand
And if I don't understand
He must suck
And no one else should give a f*ck
That's where you're wrong
Statistically speaking, if I thought of it
Someone else did too
Didn't know that the only other human on this earth was you

You see I'm not f*ckin' around
I take my tracks, recordings and mornings
More seriously than global warming
Doin' laundry, write a verse
Washin's dishes, write a verse
At work, write a verse
Your ass, Ride a hearse

Oops did I do that?
Hit your ego harder than a good jab?
Cuz it came from a kid
Of whom you don't give a shit?
Well now you do
Cuz I get under your skin
When I'm not talkin' about you
Just talkin shit
Cuz I kinda like it
I'll also spit somethin to make you feel enlightened
But right now
Gotta speak for the crowd
And they want blood
Not about to cut
But I'll run my mouth
To put you in the mud
I don't give a f*ck
No I don't give a f*ck
This kid is wack
He's got no attack
Just a soft little boy
Who don't know how to rap
I beg to differ
I'll stuff you in a body bag
And pull up the zipper

Little white boy
Little white boy
Stop rappin'
Or it'll be a little fight boy
That's alright man
That's alright man
If you do that
Then you can't rap man
How he do that?
How he do that?
My precious ego
Has been attacked
I know I do that
I know I do that
Break your ego
Go write some new tracks

Go make some new songs
I've heard all yours
And I only heard one
About girls on all fours
Shit's overdone
Chef wants you back in the kitchen
Go make a new one
Don't f*ck up
Ya idiot sandwich
Try to set some better standards
Took food safety
To serve your ass
Topped with some coriander

You'll be shocked to find
That when you die
You don't get to keep
Everything you owned in life
The only thing that sticks is what you did
And what you were about
Sorry I don't want my
Legacy to be "got some clout"
Rather it be
That I was me
And I that I never
Stopped chasing my dream

Not like the rest
Don't play close to the chest
But I'll end your whole set in just one breath
Don't f*ck with a gang
Just f*ck with the slang
Make your brain feel re-arranged
Stop it, you're stupid
Your music is putrid
Next time you pull up
Pull up with some new shit
Don't want to do it?
Well I want to do it
So f*ck it, I'mma do it