Til Next Time Video (MV)

Tryna get this all in one take
And I'm gonna dedicate this one to, um...
Every single person I've ever crossed paths with in my entire life
This one's for y'all
And if by chance, this is my finale
Drop me seven blocks from the original addy
I'll take a spot on Remsen where the plots are all grassy
And motherf*ck a casket, bury me in a Caddy
If your bitch is at my funeral make sure she ain't catty
And don't get mad if niggas never say she's a baddie
Make sure my hair is, like, all types of nappy
And everybody's sipping on a beer that ain't Natty
Until then, I'll reify and rectify the heavens
Stressing all these bars, make sure they hear every selection
Pressing all these bars, these niggas fiends, I made them desperate
Expressing all these bars so that you know I'm finessing
Within a few sections, I'll be on some next shit
Delivering the gospel through these raps, I'm a reverend
Bet that I stay flexing every second, diamonds wetter than my beverage
Life is a game and I'm playing it on veteran
Tally up how many niggas really got the reference
Peep who isn't with the shits, remember them like Pepperidge
Watch all of the haters fall into their own regression
Then we sit and wait for all 'em to regret it
Just give me some credit as I build myself and rake in all the profits
Tryna make it so my bread aligns the lining in my pockets
I ain't give a single f*ck about money till I was 18
The same year I made the choice to hit the rrrap scene
I held myself to standards that I thought I'll never meet
Now I grind like if I quit now, I'll never eat
Keep my head up, stay groovy like the seventies
And pay attention to the melodies
In high school I smoked like once a week to keep me straight
Whoever knew a nigga finna upgrade to thrice a day?
I always got mad niggas always thought I was baked
So I threw sour in a backwood, and blew my stress away
And everything I knew about rapping went down the drain
When I tripped a little and fell in love with the 808
I remember that moment like that shit was yesterday
It was like taking an electric donkey kick to the face
Since then, I knew I was destined to be great
And yet a nigga still ain't made a dollar to his name...
But hey, slow bucks is better than no bucks
And sho nuff, you gon have to fill my shoes like a toe tuck
And I wear size 12, nigga get your toes up
We could go toe-to-toe, I'll break your ankles if you post up
Shatter all your dreams and leave you running round in donuts
I'm tryna get this money, you can't process that, you broke f*ck?
Man you could stick to them cold cuts
But I'ma grind until the sun f*cking blows up
Til I got money on my walls, I'm talking whole bucks
Til every wine I sip is nothing less than robust
A nigga might be doped up, but so what?
My bars are Mr. Clean and I ain't even selling soap, bruh
You never had what it takes, don't get your hopes up
Bet that I can pick your shit apart, darn rosebuds
Nonetheless, I love all you haters so much
So I'ma just get back to bar-raising
10:30pm I took a break from car-chasing
Just to take a good look in the mirror. Get it? Stargazin.
Now I'ma need you to listen
You can't stop me now, I see my dreams in the distance
Envision them as goals so I can reach for the finish
On a path to success and I don't see any limits
I looked up at the sky, it was green for a minute
I look within myself, I don't need this existence
I only do my homework cuz I wanna persevere
But grinding everyday just kinda grinds my gears
So f*ck that, I'm taking the rest of the day off
Just to chill and get faded as f*ck with my squad
Before we set it in this very spot, tell me
What does it take to make your head nod?
You gotta (gotta), gotta (gotta), gotta have soul!
I said you gotta (gotta), gotta (gotta), gotta have soul!