Hunnit Dollar Bills Video (MV)

Every day that I wake
Gotta praise the lord every breath that I take
Knowing every problem he can take it away
The world on my shoulders and I'm taking the weight
Ain't no way I'm afraid any chance that I make
Fear is in the mind of what the other side holds
And I walk a tight rope and I do it blindfold
And the world is mine, don't mind when I strike gold
I carry heat like the furnace broke
And my chick badder than a criminal
Eat her dinner slow
Sorry for the visual but nothing I say is subliminal
Can't nobody do it like this
See Sunshine get blind like shit
In a new wave I'm causing a riff
Everybody f*cking get your
Hunnit dollar bills put my mom on a hill
See her son shine off the coast of Brazil
Sippin' Mai Tai's while I'm ghostin' the wheel
I bag a couple dimes and I post in the field, ill
For them hunnit dollar bills
If you got a problem, mothaf*cka I kill
I do it for the honor of my mother and my father
And I rather be the martry mothaf*cka I'm ill
Saw the sky and it's breaking
I wished upon a star now I'm in constellation
Gotta take mom cause she nurture, she nature
Had to take the time for the bruises & braises
Niggas want beef, that high stakes/steaks
Oughta be rare if ya grillin' in ya stare
Nigga brought a squire and that still ain't fair
Call me lord or your highness when I enter, Yeah
Walking down with ushers, man
If I'mma touch her, I'mma bust her, dam
Deep in the water and I can't swim
Niggas ain't change, that's nonsense
Go and tell a story, you profit
Beat the same drum, you pocket
No stoppin' I'm coppin'
Hunnit dollar bills put my mom on a hill
See her son shine off the coast of Brazil
Sippin' Mai Tias while I'm ghostin' the wheel
I bag a couple dimes and I post in the field, ill
For them hunnit dollar bills
If you got a problem, mothaf*cka I kill
I do it for the honor of my mother and my father
And I rather be the martyr mothaf*cka I'm ill
This life that I live man, something had to give
But I knew I had to take if I couldn't catch a break
Cause the realest shit is fake
We living like slaves for a pay and a grave
How they keep a nigga tamed
Learning your roots and they're taking your fruit
Where your body lies, they tellin' your truth
Heard it all before but I feel we're all mute
But this my own Accord and I'm Civic as Coupe
Now what's left to do right
Down spoke and I'm two tired
I wheel my drive got the heart of the coldest killer
And I'm taking my shots never hold the trigger
Now I'm burning out like a rolled the swisher, smokin' nigga
Die a hero or live a villain
Anyway I'm gonna get them
Hunnit dollar bills put my mom on a hill
See her son shine off the coast of Brazil
Sippin' Mai Tias while I'm ghostin' the wheel
I bag a couple dimes and I post in the field, ill
For them hunnit dollar bills
If you got a problem, mothaf*cka I kill
I do it for the honor of my mother and my father
And I rather be the martry mothaf*cka I'm ill