Time to Box Video (MV)

Woke up demon, what I'm finna do today
Should I pull up blazing or take off on DMA
Lookin' out the window seein' birds up in the sky
Finna hit the homie, let's go up and take a ride
Now we on wheels
Passin' through the cit' tryna' get no feels
Askin' 'round for handouts we don't do that
Money comin' to us in a durag
When I got the product, don't go nowhere
Light up with me quick, gas all up in the air
Packs to the side
Left and the right
Finna bool with homies all day and all night
Racks in the bank
Gas always stank
Once the money blow up, then it's over with the ranks
I can't look you in the face if you gon' sit there lyin'
I cannot waste my time for hittas that's never gon' ride
Only real ones in the gang and it's true
So hop up in the mini, roll it up and smell the boof
Rollin' round the townies I got pack up in my pant
Ever need some bread, call me up I'll lend a hand
But if you tryna' take it and not get me back instead,
I'll wack you with a stick, leave yo body in a shed
Hands gon' be on deck
Twelve be up my neck
Pass it to the side and let's look up at what's next
F*ck outta' my face
I can't handle shit no more
I can't handle shit you puttin' on my plate, you made it full
That shit hurted so damn much
I can't pop no pills no more
I can't put you on that slut
She addicted to the blow
I got gas in my pocket
I got racks in my pants
I got money blowin' out the window to the past
Down to the floor, I just set the mold
Ain't no real ones so just leave it at the door
When it come to clout always do this shit for fun
And when it's time to box. You gon' bet I never run
It's time to box. You gon' bet I neva run yuhuh