Finale Video (MV)

Mark it as another project in the books
Another album where I wrote all of the verses and hooks
A f*ckin comeback, one album after another
Producing and writing, rapping like no other
Beats that I produce, stuck into your brain
I don't even know if I can do this shit again
Writing all these lyrics so that listeners relate
Let's put the beat back in, 6, 7, 8
This is the end of Opportunities
1 album, 2 album, is there a 3rd please
This bitch is going off again and again
And you know that it seems
That everyone around me is an intern of entering me so internally
What is this shit? And you know I'm f*ckin these bitches
I need to watch my language so I can reach out to way more audiences
An inevitable outcome, I need these challenges
But what's the point in doing that
I just haven't figured out the past
So I'm gonna use whatever f*ckin language I want
Money I flaunt, I'm gonna taunt
Take a song, put that repeat on

We need to slow down, take a minute or two
Your girl is bending over, what a great ass view
People fighting over dumb shit, we don't want that, want facts
But you know we don't want fags
I don't even know what I'm gonna say next
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I need to clear my mind, but I'm not Kurt Cobain
That was pretty far, but you know that I'm insane

We need to slow down, take a minute or two
Your girl is bending over, what a great ass view
People fighting over dumb shit, we don't want that, want facts
But you know we don't want fags
I don't even know what I'm gonna say next
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I need to clear my mind, but I'm not Kurt Cobain
That was pretty far, but you know that I'm insane

We put the beat back up, you didn't expect it
I'm stealing so many girls, I should be arrested
Somebody call 9-1-1 shorty on the dance floor
Actually never mind, she was a whore
You prolly wondering why I produced it like I did
This is the theme of finale songs don't be trippin
I just take a lit beat, switch it up alright
Next step, it's time to motherf*ckin blow their minds
Follow it up with some clever lines
Not cocaine, I'm talking about rhymes
Speaking about talking about talking about shit, yo
I just bought Taco Bell and I think I gotta shit, so
I'm prolly weirding you out so I'm gonna halt this
But I guess the writtens that I'm writing is grosser than piss
I ain't kidding when I say that you should do what you want
Don't go too far, that shit I ain't fond of
So what would you do for a Klondike bar
Be forced to listen to this track inside of the car
So what would you do to f*ck a blonde d**e
Are we gonna sit here till you shit on the mirror

This shit is nasty, its grossing me out
Bitches don't about all of my clout
I don't care about a thing if you don't know my name
Unless you're a celebrity it's okay
But it's vital you learn how to treat your boy right
Or guess what? My bitch ass will show up at night
Giving you a show and tell of how to get to hell
And take my ass back to Taco Bell with blood on my hands
Tie you up in a belt it's a fright
I'm not violent but threaten you I might
Blood on the dance floor oh god what a sight
But the dance floor is your floor tomorrow night
I gotta quit this shit, I don't think I can
I don't want people to think I've now gone insane
When I whispered your name at night I know you ran
Making you scared of me was always the plan
This is the end, of your life
This is the end of the album a 3rd one cookin up right
You know the grind never stops living continuously
Exaggerating my power ridiculously
Making all of my rhythms and patterns
Hard to rap up and down doubles triplets
It is a fact
Quit talking smack
Quit talking back or that gun will go crack

I don't understand why you're so stubborn about this
I try and I try to tell you at least
If you're going to make this awful rap garbage
Don't be all violent about it
My man you need to slow down

All of the pain in my life
All of the struggle that I have survived
And it's all for what
All of the pain in my life
All of the struggle that I have survived
And it's all for what
Lookin back, when I was a kid
Playing with Legos and trying to find who I am
I was a thoughtful kid, it wasn't easy for me
Eviction notices foreclosing leases
It's people who treat me like shit that disgust me
It's easy to think
That now that I have all this studio gear
And this fan base it's crazy that
I would've ever thought different than sad
Who woulda thought that my life would be bad
Who woulda thought that this family I lack
Would bring me to such lows and
Treat me like I am just like the other kids
But it's not the case
Yeah it's not the case
I'm sorry I had to end this on a negative note
But it's time people see the other side of me
Intermission

We need to slow down, take a minute or two
Your girl is bending over, what a great ass view
People fighting over dumb shit, we don't want that, want facts
But you know we don't want fags
I don't even know what I'm gonna say next
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I know I'm bout to go off so I can show off
And blow off the next insane company
That reaches out to me, you'll know my name
But we're gonna continue to impress all of these folks
My shit is such heat that you should take off your coats
F*ckin with a bitch isn't even a question of an opinion
You know insidious AIDS is what you internalize
Whatever, whenever, whoever, whyever
Would you wanna win an argument anonymously behind a computer
In an event that you actually meet that motherf*ckin dude
Who was rude, to you
You'll lose a 2v2 against another dude
With that dude, and your dude, who ain't even as strong as you

You'll find yourself dead because of Twitter
And you'll realize that you're not actually so clever

And you won't be home for family dinner
But when the CSI checks what the motive of murder was
All they have to do is check your phone
Realizing the mistake you made was
You DMed "andirooofficial" on Instagram telling him
Man your shit sucks you should hang yourself
Meet me at Chapel Hills Mall where we can settle this out
But the settlement didn't go all as planned
You stopped breathing that night and found yourself dead on the asphalt
This is Opportunities