Far From Finished Video (MV)

I'm just hop right in
I'm just gonna come like straight through there
Watch this
Aye Look
Baby girl I'm far from finished
I need the collards aint worried 'bout the spinach
A child of Yah,so I'm Jehovah's Witness
I run it back I was birthed through a scrimmage
Mr. Mclovin I slide through ya chimney
Daddy had told me boy don't you forget me
I got some flavor that spin like a frisbee
I know she lying she thought she could trick me
Hold on
Go'bout ya business
I make a mil' they gon' say that they miss me
Remember the times that they came and they dissed me
Grandmas and aunties they run up to kiss me
I'm bout respect we gon' address the issue
Reppin' the coast so I know all the fishes
My baby country but she from the city
She handle business she far from saddity
Hold on
Come through I'm grooving I'm moving like Diddy
Giving out game in exchange for some biscuits
I don't fade girls I'mma leave you to missy
You ain't gotta like it but you gonna feel me
Shoutout my Scottie he known for the Pippen
Coming like Kobe got snakes on my fitted
Dunking like MJ my dawg my apprentice
Boy why you stunting we know that's it rented
Clean up a hooptee and make sure it's tinted
Might double back but I can't double dip it
Made it with scraps we ain't have nothin' exquisite
Folded my socks in my shoes I admit it
Boy watch ya mouth, know my grandma a dentist
Tryna make paper like my cousin Climmy
Tossing and turning they know how they did me
It's triple F baby I'm far from finished
Say mane, if it ain't gravy it's lazy
They can see me but they can't phase me
Dipping dapping on a daily
Church
It's all glory to Yahweh
Praise the kingdom in all ways
I don't care 'bout what y'all say
Catch me praying in broad day
Better pray for a g know I'm covered in all ways
My angels some soldiers they stay on the go
Yea you won't catch em on broadway
Boy I thank god we had church in the trenches
They hear my songs then they try to befriend me
I bought sweet tea but my girl bought a pickle
I'll dumb it down but they still wouldn't get me
Call you a bird baby boy you a pigeon
Swear you gon' talk but you really should listen
Became a man on the day I got stitches
From baby T to Big D not to mention
It ain't December yo main homie grinching
I ain't get caught I ain't go to detention
Remember that line when you ask how we different
No 30-30 boy I'm on a mission
I'm more diverse than the pots in ya kitchen
I got the sauce that ya grandad was missing
Slide me a slab of a track I'mma rip it
I got a bowl of the real I should spill it
On 29 with a smile and a grill in
Foot out the window like aye bump a ticket
Watch how I walk you can learn how I kick it
Pushing that pressure mane watch how I pivot
Old school I march and put starch on my Dickies
Told her I love her, her name on my fitted
Blessed through the door, yet I'm touching the ceiling
Came like Omari too hard for the wicking
Definitely D for the finish
And it's triple F baby I'm far from finished
Quarters
Huh, Def D mane, if you don't know me today
You'll know me by tomorrow
Uptown