Xanland 2 Video (MV)

I been the one since I slide out my mama
The dap wit a pistol I came for the drama
My niggaz we hot like we came in wit lava
We a shake this bitch up
Like a prize at the bottom
I ain't have shit I came from the bottom
Was born in the projects
But soon we got out em
Snatched up my papa
For moving that product
Once he got out the alphabets got em
Me and my brother was all that we had
I had other siblings but not the same dad
I jumped off the porch
He watch me land
I still remember him caught in that jam
Jus 17 and got caught wit the slam
So many homies that's locked in that can
For jus tryna live but they don't understand
Got me smoking this weed
And popping these xans
Smoking this weed
And popping these xans
I vent to the pills
CuzThey killed all my mans
I vent to these pills
Cuz they killed mans
I can't trust a bitch
Cuz bitches be playing
I can't trust a bitch
F*ck is u saying
I remember bro was gone for 2 months
His bitch was f*cking before he hit the bus
Certain shit I just can not trust
For them 2 months he was locked up
Time flew by and he Pop'd up
At moms crib like f*ck is up
I was down bad I was f*cked up
Kinda felt like I was locked
Illa know cal money know
All them nights that we spent on the road
No money hungry kicks all in the snow
Wit to much pride to let my niggaz know
That I had hit a wall and fell on the floe
After k Nell died niggaz slept on my flow
In jermz basement on the couch or the floor
No matter the time granny answered that door
To the Ellis family you my family
And more
When life cheated me y'all helped me score
I used work at the foot locker
You ain't have ask
U know I got em
If u was gang gang u was discounted
Use to hit the city
Take a trip bout it
I ain't smoke then
I use trip bout it
Since bro died
I been when without it
Since the killed jermz I ain't went without it
When they killed Skrill turned me to a zombie
Been in xanland since they caught his body
Been in xanland since I viewed the body
Pop a pill and wanna catch a body
Catch a nigga slipping in the lobby
Make him freeze up hit the Rickey bobby
Pose for the frame knock the soul out em
Them xans got me trippin I slowed down
I got to much to loose I can't go down
I go hard for my kids I can't let em down
I go hard for my pops I can't let him down
When it come to this music don't F*ck around
Writing verses when the sun down
When the sun rise it's recorded now
Wit the pro tools umma chemist now
I lay the track and I mix down
Then f*ck on yo bitch
And smoke out the pound
Nigga
Nigga