Serve Crack for What (feat. DJ Zeke) Video (MV)

People don't know what they want
So I'm blessed they don't know me
Not only am i grateful, i thank my God first
Misery controls they souls so it be gettin' lonely
Hold you up & wanna drag you down
Gift & a curse
A gift & a curse
Gift & a curse
Gift & a gift gift & a gift & a curse

But i count my blessings not my worst & hard times
Long hours times that dissolves minds only if you let it
Don't even sweat it take it to the next degree deeper than forensics
I can give it if you can get it
Pass it like an ally oop to you so it's up to who to dunk it thru?
F*ck bars niggas onto cubicles
F*ck talk my niggas do it too
What i gotta do to get it through to who?
Take shots at you & the crew

Through & through
Through & through
Through & through through & through & through

Until you through
I'm through with that
Rather spew facts, like, what it's like livin' in this wild life habitat
Matter fact
The average cat, couldn't hang on the plains of my New York City domain mane
Watch 'em get mad at that
Watch 'em get mad at that
Watch 'em get, Watch, Watch, Watch 'em get mad at that
Watch 'em get mad at my back

Pardon
More like James Harden of recordin'
6th man but number 1 in importance
Flow imported like the best blow
F*ck the world up with the best stroke
Make them come back like an echo bring it back like it's retro
Flatbush niggas go "PULL UP!"
To let the rest know
Ya boy Cream is the flame to the petro
Puttin' the blade to ya neck throat
The game is to blame overdosin' on the fame these lames
Overdosin' on the fame
Overdosin' on the fame
Overdosin' on the fame
Overdosin' on the fame these lames

The aim needs change so i claim that
Revolutionary road that's where my lane at
I sling crack in forms of controversial metaphors
Bars that have trap niggas pullin' they chains back
My wave like tide to your stain rap
Every line fresh like wave cap
Niggas act like i ain't plan that, sustain that
Can't stand that they can't get that
Cuz got damn this vibe a head crack
4-5-6 i'm glad i bet that
4/5 hits to make ya neck snap
Then i'm the shit, like here the next at
Give 'em heaven & they'll forget that
Give 'em hell & make 'em regret that
Every come up's after a setbacks
Every time you get one up, another get back
Why i'm gone nigga
Why it's RiP to where the rest at
RIP
Brook, Brook, Brooklyn, muf*cka
Brooklyn, Brook, Brook, Brooklyn
New York City, muf*cka