STRIKE TWICE AND DIE Video (MV)

And everything just seem like a lil less spiritual
A lil too material
And you can't talk to anyone
They keep on talking fear in you
I wonder how come everything feel different when it's me me and you
I wonder how long it's gon take for distance between me and you
I seen the clock strike twice and die when they believe in you
And things ain't going G for you
And you spend all this time tryna figure out what that means for you
Then end up round some niggas that got agendas and having dreams for you
But none that shit is sitting with you right or looking clean to you
You question if you gotta switch it up and let em eat from you

I know some niggas fiend that shit
But that shit hurt my heart too much and I can't feed that shit
I had watched the light die in every persons eyes that believed in this
And still kept my head above the water while it just freeze my dick
My mind too clouded to think of the last resorts
Too exhausted from sadness to have the clever retorts
It used to be who got better songs not better reports
Of course

Deuce Deuce Bigalow
Them shits sing like Figaro
You f*cked up letting her see me work now you need different hoes
Nobody survives the magic in motion it's like a finger roll
You never see the same shit as her
The sound visual
She wanna hear me talk into her ear to paint the picture through
She thinking up discretion objectives to get the digits though
It's ok if you need ice on it
Nigga put that pride in rice I heard that it might solve it
Never measure shit by the hype on it
Or get the chance to weigh up my opponent then fight homie
The times I left square dances with bloody faces
Bruised knuckles
Muddied Chuck Taylors
A new f*ck you
Don't ever let these dudes rush you