Deaf Eyes Video (MV)

Sleeping on floors no bed was the better move
Cheaper is better no money you better do
Mama was yellin bout school boy you better do
Better instead I was making these letters move
Bitches was choosen I still got the better boo
Slurped on ha pussy you niggaz was beggin too
Carried me then ask me now shit it's hard too
Take you to dinner no bitch eat this dog food
Uh
I was raised better don't pray for no job
Instead I was praying that we ain't get robbed
I knew I would lose every job that I had
Can't work for no racist ain't goin out sad
You trip on my music I'm good off this fluid
I hear what you sayin I'm waiting to do it
The pain in my eyes mixed wit days a no sleep
They bloodshot n blurry I barely can see
This bad bitch beside me as bad as can be
She loud when she speak n she barely can read
My car a two door so it's only two seats
That pistol stay on me it's always in reach
Her pussy stay wet like I dipped it in grease
The point of that line is I'm always at peace
Had to get sum niggaz off a da team
They vision blurry they ain't seein da dream
They chasin pussy I'm just chasin a bag
Not designer bitch I'm chasin da cash
I rather sit inside n spend it a home
Cause most these famous niggaz end up alone
Facts
Stupid niggaz think I'm trippin
Reminiscing kissin empty pockets touch it's gone
Niggaz think I'm prolly plottin reach inside my pockets all you get is cotton n phones
I was wearing chuck Taylor's n I grew to love em cause I couldn't afford me no fomes
I'm speaking facts ion need a hook
With these crooked lines I could write a book
Told me turn around shit I rather look
I was runnin round wit da city crooks
I was runnin round wit more empty pockets in my camos then a f*ckin pocket book
Whoa
Told me turn around shit I rather look
Radio
12 Ian have a cell phone wanna ball I was comin knockin On doors
15 I was sluttin des whores
16 I was f*ckin sum more
17 I was stuck in dem doors
Changed it up I had coke in da floor
18 I made it happen
Got up off my ass n starting planning going on tours
Bitch's hate dat ima fire breather
N ain talkin bout a fire neither
The way I talk about these bitches
Got em all suspicious
They'll never find neither
I den seen a nigga brain splatter
Ion wanna feel da pain after
Walked up on em broad day opened up da k
You could see da brain matter
Seen a nigga hit da cane after
N he ain't never been da same after
N he ain't ever say a name after
Guess he ain't wanna feel da pain after
Overdosed on a Friday night
Now he n mike in da same casket
Niggaz see me say I changed told em look again still got da same caption
Temper ima get the stain blastin
You speak ima leave ya stain stagnant
Cause Bullet wounds never hit n leave out da same after nothing ever was the same after
Seen my fam in dat same casket
N I'll never be da same after
I'm speaking facts ion need a hook
With these crooked lines I could write a book
Told me turn around shit I rather look
I was runnin round wit da city crooks
I was runnin round wit more empty pockets in my camos then a f*ckin pocket book
Whoa
Told me turn around shit I rather look