O.M.O.P. Video (MV)

Damn I never thought Our ship would crash
I thought this bond ran deep who knew it wouldn't last
And now we dashing out
Never stopped to think and hash it out
Remember back when we was young
We use to scrap it out
I always had ya back don't get confused
When all them other niggas in the clique would pick and choose
I had to stick n move
But me and you we played by different rules
But you just ain't the same you
I guess all things good end never fail to finish
And we ain't spoken in some years I know it's been a minute
But I ain't mad I ain't trippin bout it
We both re routed
For better or worse it's clouded
The money chasing devouted
Went out separate ways
I burn an eighth throughout my hectic days
And pray to god these niggas feel me fore a step away
I feel it in my soul when it's dark
And Praise the gang
Cuz those the ones that's down from the start
Rules

One man one plan
To sell out all these shows & to travel round the land
Runnin up the globe foreign whips wit foreign grands
Making sure when on the road we don't forget to feed the fam
And if I fall flat
Then pray all of my brothers have my back
And we back in forth wit this thang in and out the game Thats no cappin I'm Sayin
Only here for short I ain't stayin
Blessings on Blessings
They raining in got me praying I'm saying

I mean it
Can't let no shit between it
Ain't working hard for nothing
Feel I can almost see it
But it's a feeling that you feel and I feel that need it
So I'm in that lab pen to that pad and pray you receive it
But this industry man it's killing me
Unforgiving humility
Building niggas that's wack and lack a real rappin ability
But it's cool cuz I'm finna be on
Where I belong
I put the pain & tears inside the song can't steer me wrong
And hopefully become a hit and I can change my life
Get family out of debt maybe I'll find a wife
I'll Help my brother fonz
Get em off the pipe
And when I'm in the booth
These the things I think and pray at night
I'm screaming inside And that's just real shit
I Smoke an eighth every hour so I don't feel shit
But if I know one thing
My ticket out gunna be due to rapping
I'll never stop moving forward until the day of my passing wassup

One man one plan
To sell out all these shows & travel round the land
Runnin up the globe foreign whips wit foreign grands
Making sure when on the road we don't forget to feed the fam
And if I fall flat
Then pray all of my brothers have my back
And we back in forth wit this thang in and out the game Thats no cappin I'm Sayin
Only here for short I ain't stayin blessings on
Blessings they raining in got me praying I'm saying