eyes don't lie Video (MV)

My eyes never lied to me, nah, I pull up on your bitches and they f*ck
I hoppin' in that big body Bentley truck
I came from the bottom, I came from the mud
I remember way, way, back in the day, I was eatin' off paper plates
I can't f*ck with with you, nah, yeah, 'cause you're f*ckin' lame
I be geeked up, geeked up everyday, I go in-f*ckin'-sane
I hop up in the R33, you better stay out my lane
Yeah, bitch, yeah, you should've stayed out the way
I shot that muhf*cker' in the head, now that muhf*cker' don't have a brain
The days when I didn't have shit, those where the rainy days
Day ones switched up on me, they did not stay the same
They did not stay down with the gang, they didn't stay down with us
I knew that them muhf*ckers' lame, the day that they came close to us
Your money never been stacked up, your money never been racked up
Had to call you and tell you, "Get your racks up"
Had to call and tell you, "Get your facts up"
We see that shit, you not gettin' the money you sayin' you is
If money's in the topic, that's my business
You still live with your mom, where your crib is?
Dumped the 7.62s right where his ribs is
I keep the Glock on me, I keep the rocks, I keep the pop on me
I keep the bag on me, I keep the racks on me
I keep the stacks on me, do not f*ck with me, you need to last, homie
My eyes never lied to me, nah, I pull up on your bitches and they f*ck
I hoppin' in that big body Bentley truck
I came from the bottom, I came from the mud
I remember way, way, back in the day, I was eatin' off paper plates
I can't f*ck with with you, nah, yeah, 'cause you're f*ckin' lame
I be geeked up, geeked up everyday, I go in-f*ckin'-sane
I hop up in the R33, you better stay out my lane