Pilot Video (MV)

6am I woke up
Body soaped up
Grabbed my clothes up
Threw the heat in my holster, bread
Threw a piece in my toaster, eggs
And some meat on that toast, I'm fed
Time to link with my close ones then
Head down to that post and slay it
Wassup mama you good? Okay
Bree and Caleb you good? Okay
Shay Shay you straight? Okay
Now let me check on my gang gang
Gotta stack up my currency
There's only one of me
A few clowns talk ill about me but never say it in front of me
Even hit'm on the line like, "lets link up" but they don't even wanna meet
Only think I ever asked is if there's beef that you just come to me
So we can handle that man to man
Whatever that means to you, whether we talk it out, go hand to hand
Or let the cannons blam
In one year, I made a choice
To jump off the porch
Fell of course
Went through the courts
Got a divorce
Lost some support
Gained more support
Upgraded from a ford to a Porsche
Car crash could've made me a corpse
Just made it by the love of the Lord
But I'm still here and I'm a hell of a force
Holding the torch
Alone on this course
Take what this moment affords
Own it it's yours
Cause as soon as you want it its gone and it won't be a clone
Lil homie this war
Alone on this course
This what the moment affords
Own it it's yours
Cause as soon as you want it its gone and it won't be a clone
Lil homie its war