Prophecies Video (MV)

Wake up at 3pm
Thinking, when it all change
When did ya'll date?
Scrolling through IG
Like time really did you in
Reading through captions
Like "Gone With the Wind"
I didn't do summer the reading
I was scrolling through DMs
I got texts from some friends
I got texts from distant cousins
Might go Boogie on a Benz
Got some people I ain't heard from
I guess they distant friends
But they'll be back when I got
A million dollars
They'll want a helping hand
But I won't be helping no one
Unless they basically my fam
Won't be helping no one, yeah
Showed up at 9 PM
Thinking, when it all change?
Thats a nice train
Looking at other people
Like the time did them in
Imma put them on skates
Been at this since
Tay-K did the race
Section 8, new projects on the way
Flows cold like I put them on a pole
Now I know a couple girls
Now they dancing in the north
Vapor moons is a classic
Something coming with Dior
Pass me the aux cord
Now I'm flexing when I'm bored
And the flows be, uh
And the hands be, uh
And the tags be, uh
And I'm tagging on her friend
Needa tagging on them damn
And I'm flexing in a Benz
I just text no back
Got her hands in the blat, yeah
Ay, We got DigitalScooby in here too
Ay, Might have to like pass him the mic real quick
Ay, Good Looks
Ay ay
Yeah yeah
Hit the CVS
Bust down my wrist, yeah that's VVS
Taking flights from the 6
To the mother f*cking west
Now I'm praying to god
Take a seat
And I'm feeling blessed
No more broke shit
Hit the studio, like I'm up next
Tryna get a check
Early morning, watching Sponge Bob
Eating all them Chex
Hit a cold one with the boys
Took the brewskis out the case
RIP on Jah, hit that bitch
Put that hoe to rest
Now these groupies yell my name
I can't get no more rest
Ay, fiending for some bread
Hopped in my bag
Now I'm feeling like the best
Not scared of no shoot outs
Poppin' out with a vest
True Religion jeans
Hopped out them
No not no more Guess
Didn't have this Gucci last year
So it's more than a flex
Yeah they see me pull up
This V12, I don't know the specs
Try to take my snow
Put it on them, froze their necks
No ski mask, ran up in the crib
Only grippin' tecs
Now it's 10pm
My phone on do not disturb
Tryna get these bands
Not tryna buy her bands
Now she mad I'm not a good man
Dior Runners on my feet
I threw this hoe my old Vans
Hit stacks, yesterday they said
I drop too much bands
Poured some activist
Straight up in that sprite can
Put some more racks in the bank
Now some fake friends walked in
Hit up Tilla for the show
Hit the back door then I'm in