Deal With It (feat. Stevie Nader) Video (MV)

One thing I know is
You're hatin' the position I'm in
But lemme tell ya somethin'
Not long ago
I was at the bottom, starin' up with my friends
But these days I'm fly
And I'm flashy
Go on ahead and ask me
What it's like in the sky
'Cause I'm gon' continue to rise
You better deal with it
Turn back the clock, '02 was the year
My ex bitch told me modeling won't be a career
Fast forward, I guess she was right
Now the ladies love me like I'm L on the mic
The same bitches spreading rumors
Still want me to give it to 'em
While their man at work
I'm beatin' cakes in his living room
You're such a jerk, asshole, that ain't classy
But you still eye f*ck me when you walk past me
Local producers tryin'a big time me
Bitch please, DJ Epik been cosigned me
'Cause I'm one in a million
I'm shootin' up through the ceiling
That feeling you get when you're watching films
And root for the villain
We really making a killin'
You barely making a threat
Funny how I got it now
And you're saying you're next
My skill is undeniable
Your source is unreliable
Miguel ain't hot?
Then somebody musta lied to you 'cause
One thing I know is
You're hatin' the position I'm in
But lemme tell ya somethin'
Not long ago
I was at the bottom, starin' up with my friends
But these days I'm fly
And I'm flashy
Go on ahead and ask me
What it's like in the sky
'Cause I'm gon' continue to rise
You better deal with it
Everything takes practice
I'm working on myself
These youngins jumpin' off of busses
With designer belts
Maybe I'm aging too quick
But homie, f*ck that
I will go stupid on this mic
And have you in a dunce cap
The shit I kick, they say I sound like I'm from New York
Nowadays I treat hip-hop like it's an extreme sport
Grew up in the game
Tryin'a keep up on the course
Ball in my hand, no judge
Just bouncin' court to court
Sitting on my front porch
Playin' there goes my car
Off the block like a power forward
In the air of God
I've been travellin'
I ain't talkin' no basketball
If you ain't got a passport
I ain't talkin' to half of y'all
Do like a cell phone
Get put on silent
Most these niggas talk shit
Then put their page on private, hmm
Bush
I keep it pushin'
Even on my own
Never gonna get rid of me
Like a student loan
I know
One thing I know is
You're hatin' the position I'm in
But lemme tell ya somethin'
Not long ago
I was at the bottom, starin' up with my friends
But these days I'm fly
And I'm flashy
Go on ahead and ask me
What it's like in the sky
'Cause I'm gon' continue to rise
You better deal with it
No more excuses
I'm done pulling punches
You f*cking losers
This music don't give a shit
Whose ego it bruises
You gossiping little schoolgirls
Say something stupid
I dare you
I'll put all your names into this new shit
I don't gotta prove shit
I've been this dope
These rappers acting like we got
Some kind of friendship
Nope
I thought I made it clear I hate you
Are you pricks retarded?
Why the f*ck you trying so hard
To get me started?
I could sit and make a list
Of the hardest artists
But it's quicker just to list the cats
That aren't pure garbage
If it was up to me
We'd f*cking be
Coming for war
Hunting you cunts by the dozen
While you run for the door
Kill 'em all, f*ck 'em
Leave the f*cking blood on the floor
Go get some bigger guns
We're coming back
And gunnin' some more
Tryin'a bury you motherf*ckers
I have no remorse
Grab a shovel and dig you back up
Just to battle your corpse
And I know
One thing I know is
You're hatin' the position I'm in
But lemme tell ya somethin'
Not long ago
I was at the bottom, starin' up with my friends
But these days I'm fly
And I'm flashy
Go on ahead and ask me
What it's like in the sky
'Cause I'm gon' continue to rise
You better deal with it
Take it back, '03 was the year
My ex bitch said rappin' never be a career
Fast forward
Now they quote my lines like Socrates
My excrements is dope
Like specimens of a poppy seed
Status above average
Ain't slippin' to fall backwards
I'm on and you hurt
Like having stones in your gall bladder
That's what you get
For backstabbing your boy
Know the name, remember my face
Like Castor Troy
I'm the one they said that couldn't
So I took it with force
Now I won't stop 'til my mother sit in that Porsche
See the game done changed
And I been came up
Local celebrity, Frank Beverly
I been famous
Without the articles written
I been shittin' on y'all
Same hoes that wouldn't f*ck
Now they give me a call
'Cause I'm a star on the up
But yet they wishin' I'd fall
But my ambition is lifted
And I could rip through a wall
See this is rap when it's real
And yes I actually feel
For the ones that played cat
And put me back on my heels
They couldn't get where I'm gettin'
They couldn't see with my vision
I had food for thought
Like a chef walked in the kitchen
But I heard through the trenches
When I talk, they be listenin'
Now they mad 'cause I'm good
And we switchin' positions
Yeah, I heard through the trenches
When I talk, they be listenin'
Now they mad 'cause I'm good
And we switchin' positions
Good riddance
One thing I know is
You're hatin' the position I'm in
But lemme tell ya somethin'
Not long ago
I was at the bottom, starin' up with my friends
But these days I'm fly
And I'm flashy
Go on ahead and ask me
What it's like in the sky
'Cause I'm gon' continue to rise
You better deal with it