X Theory Video (MV)

Vinci be
Livin his philosophy
Trainings done but akils a seperate part of me
Its so crazy how effective all this art can be
Everytime u spout the shit i heard before i start to sleep
Fym
F*ck f*ck
Spill the blood of any king
Young akil aspired to fufill his many dreams
Takin action cause who else will besides me

On my phone
Even wit my niggas bullshit not my lengo
What i wrote i always wrote in stone so f*ck a pen and paper
On tha low i been sayin f*ck dis life back up mandeho
So i rap i wanna change myself make all my music fuego
F*cked my mans bitch his hands are sweaty he cant hold a grudge
When i f*cked her i still question was it lust or was it love
F*ck the gov
Nigga f*ck the gov
Ill f*ck them up too
Teachers too
They dont teach the truth
What they teachin u
My father dipped
Thinkin he a crypt
Now he lookin blue
Aint give a f*ck bout a k i l give a f*ck bout wat u do
I been alone
Bitches hate my guts
But f*ck u if i blow
All u hoes will want me in dem guts
And buy u hella clothes
Im on my own
Rappin wat i felt
I been in my zone these rappers push me to the left
They know im better than the rest im takin steps
But im lost
So u tell me whats the cost of doin one thing u dun dreamed of jus to lose it when u fall

I gotta blow a little steam
So (f*ck wat a nigga say)
I may stay off my anus game i play this so homis can get a plate
Make infinite wicked rhymes tickin time explicit to eyes of fake real niggas
Take take take
Yo stance fightin me field nigga

Wats the deal nigga
Where u walkin now?
Imma mop a foul
Oder knockin down
Brova never go make the wrong call sons call u rap im yo father now
Never droppin out

Aint no competition i be signing in and u be loggin out
Met her while im out
She was bad as shit
Thought she f*cked with the kid being talented
She the rap game
But who u rappin wit
Girl i thought u never like an average head
Bitch i been loyal
Everyday im hopin that u kickin all these mumble rappers out
This is my house and i want u now
But u playin wit me got me wildin out
So im walkin out
Wats this all about
Rap trap boombap i call u out
I dun took u out
F*cked u doggy style
Tryin to hold in tears im never ballin out
I guess ill find s new bitch take a different rout i make it loud
I hate it but no fakin now i gotta make it count
Huh
Nigga throw dirt on my name
Never be makin a scene
When im makin this dream
Hate will breed cause im always
Feelin stressed
Mom cant pay the bills
Naggin me to death
It was always out of love since i was fed right from her breast
And f*ck my ex
I been smokin weed
I dont answer text
Bru dont know bout what i been thru ion owe u niggas shit ill say no less
Naas was me findin out myself was it enough
I can never tell my life is full of pest but this no test
All my training done but f*ck free minds of heads i think ahead
Shit
Im takin action like im malcom x
Its Young Davinci