Holdin' On Video (MV)

Look, Nota Bene is coming soon
It might drop some time in June
Maybe sooner, Maybe later
Look, quitting ain't in my repertoire
Let my pride tell me, "never need your help at all"
Let my eyes tell me, "what you say is truth is false"
Let my mouth tell you "imma make it come this fall"
But I don't know the year but its soon nigga
I know you like the way I move nigga
And the way I speak the f*cking truth nigga
My father hates the words I use up in the booth nigga
But give me a beat that's chopped and screwed
I'll release more demons from body than Jesus do
Never cop a Mercedes
Whoever copped a Mercedes
They prolly can't cop Mercedes
I ain't playin
Ain't nothing wrong with pushing around your Pinto
You skip a beat if you're lookin' at other tempos
Can't learn yourself if you're in another info
And your business will never start if you're all in his
It's a trip, I ain't never started writing for some ice that's on my wrist
Or a cute lil bitch
That take my money and flip
Instead I started writing till I was icing my wrist
And talking to this new chick
That ain't got money or shit
Love me when I ain't shit
But you could see that I am it
Most of these niggas clowns and really ain't killin' shit
Some of them throw up "C's" and really ain't been no Crip
Yeah
And yeah, I've fallen victim once or twice
I know I did it and I almost lost my life
I gave a pause for all them niggas that did
Or niggas that didn't die but lost they life in the pen
I write your life in a pen
And I pray if you ever hear this you won't make mistakes again
Or I'm writing this for your kids
That grew up without a parent
Cause a judge just wouldn't hear it
Every time you had a hearing
Just begging for parole
He says "No", and holding on
Seems like it got no purpose
Seems like your prayers just aren't working
Seems like your fears is all twerking
Just popping here and there and that instrumental death that you hearing is coming near
Cuz they would love to see you die
Man it's music to they ears
So if you never make it out, this for them kids that got some tears
If you cant learn from example
Then you learn from they mistakes
Watch the way they move so you don't end in same place
Look at where they stopped and take steps they didn't take
A street nigga's known but could never be a great
See me? A hood nigga, and I envisioned a day
That I could make the hood better than what it has made
Wasn't looking to get paid but I was looking to go pay
Yeah,
Pay for tuition of underprivileged
Pay for the housing that they are missing
Pay employees that work for me
Pay farmers that's working illegally
I wasn't looking to get paid but now I want to make you pay
Pay for the privilege that you love to hold
Pay for the history never told
Pay for the taxes I never got
Pay for the boys that you done shot
Pay for the schools that's under paid
Pay for the way you district states
Pay for the way you treat an addict
Pay cause you killed him just out of habit
Pay for the music that you still own
Pay for the culture that you done stole
You stole rap, stole blues and you stole rock and roll
I'm here to take it back, but I see you holdin' on
Nota Bene is coming soon
Maybe sometime in June