For The Art Video (MV)

Buncha faces in my pocket
Swear to god im stacking baby
Don't be acting shady
Around the gang you get decapitated
Nothings changing on the block
Another day another payment
And my baby got the cake around
Like it's my damn belated birthday
Pop a percy it got me salivating
Chopper cause an earthquake
Whole block evacuated
I was trapping every day
I think my scale need calibrated
And i still ain't never capping
Even tho i graduated
(Buncha faces)
Every situation drug related
Not to stunt but i could spent a couple
Just on something basic
Buncha faces,
Every situation ive created
That i could lost my life
But i be thanking god it made it
Im tryna double it up
Im talking legal money
But we came ducking the fuzz
When the police is comming
Boy yo gang ain't none but a front
So why they speaking funny
Boy you jus a couple of punks
Im bouta teach ya something
Remember we was jugging the plug
Like its the regular
Filling up the blunt wit the runts
And eating edibles
My gang stay 101 my bitch incredible
She always tryna touch on my gun
But im never letting her
You could get yo wig split
Trying all that slick shit
I could spray a hater
Like im chilling in a dish pit
Im jus tryna get my money up
And get my dick lick
Ain't none of yo dogs ever hit shit
I could knock em off of my hit list
Almost lost it all for a thick bitch
Get yo wig split trying all that slick shit
Baby brain dumb like the special olympics
Buncha faces,
Every situation drug related
Not to stunt but i could spent a couple
Just on something basic
Buncha faces,
Every situation ive created
That i could lost my life
But i be thanking god it made it