STAGE / MOMMA Video (MV)

Man, I ain't gonna lie to you, I'm sitting here mad as f*ck
All of these songs you be sending me, they cool, but it's like
You not releasing them
(BLACK LEATHER)
I'm gonna smack the f*ck out of you
Like, deadass
Drop some shit
I don't wanna keep coming to the messages
Just to hear, like, this one part I had in my head
Like, bro, you're gonna to get the f*ck smacked out of you
I'm being deadass too, I'm not f*cking playing with you right now
Drop this shit

Huh!
You better get back
I used to skip class, that's why everything I make go dumb
Ace go hard in the paint
I'm bouta to hang on the rim while I dunk
I only do what I want
I can never do a f*ck
Everything you make is junk
Bitch, this black boy takin' back punk

(This black boy takin' back punk)

This black boy takin' back punk

(This black boy takin' back punk)

This black boy takin' back punk

Black boy takin' back punk
Bitch, this black boy takin' back punk

Huh!
Huh!
Huh!
Huh!
All that ignorant chit-chat, I get a big bat
I'm steppin' up to the plate
Swinging so hard, when I hit 'em it sound like a kick drum
Bitch, I'm serving the base
Fire shooting at the edge of big stage
Stunt on these niggas like Cirque Du Soleil
Always mumbling... under your breath but you wouldn't ever say that shit to my face, huh

Anyways,
I stay sinning
I don't need advice from none of y'all
And I'm not kidding
I sound like a knock-off Fade 'Em All
Yes, I'm admitting
Fought my demons and it was a draw
No one's winning

Let my choppa sing a f*cking song
You're block, I'm spinning
Had to wear another... nigga's clothes
Somehow, that's fitting
Throw temper tantrums with the sauce
I'm double dripping
Two hands when I'm playin' with her buns
That's double dribble
Man, I swear these niggas is my sons
Image spitting
You niggas will never make a hit
I go 9 innings

(HOME RUN!)

(AHH! AHH! AAHHHHHH!)
Show after show, gettin booked
We not on the same page
Got so many fits, I feel like Wisdom...
Kaye
Been a marathon ahead of my age
Boy, you was fake from the jump
I'm movin' forward with grace
'Cause why would I hop in my feelings and hate
When I could just hop on a stage

AHHHHHH!
Ugh, ugh,
Get a job or go to school to please my momma
Quit my job and now I'm doin' what I wanna
Small circle, I ain't f*ckin' with the drama
I don't know how, but I could see it workin' out

Get a job or go to school to please my momma
Quit my job and now I'm stressin' 'bout a dollar
Everybody tryna grab me by the collar
I don't know how, but I could see it workin' out

Hammer time
Stop, you can't touch this
In my bag tonight
Real life
Rick Sanchez in this bitch
Motherf*ckers gettin' mortified
Off the bean
I'm out this galaxy
Higher than a satellite
Shining bright
Bitch, I'm a star
You little boys camera shy
It's sad to see
Attention is what you seek
And no one bats and eye
23
The number that be on my jersey
Comparin my stats to Mike
That's legacy
No one bestin' me
I don't even need to keep score
Honestly
For the spotlight, I'm a whore
And I ain't even tryna hide it

Ugh, ugh,
Get a job or go to school to please my momma
Quit my job and now I'm doin' what I wanna
Small circle, I ain't f*ckin' with the drama
I don't know how, but I could see it workin' out

Get a job or go to school to please my momma
Quit my job and now I'm stressin' 'bout a dollar
Everybody tryna grab me by the collar
I don't know how, but I could see it workin' out