Old Gas Video (MV)

Black tape hanging round your neck and you lie anyways
Dope cars driving past your face yeah we on interstates
First off chilling with my homies it always great
Last off I always finish first so yeah I clear my plate
Plates gone driving in a coupe and it got no tags
They like hold on what's that shit you playing
It's that old gas
Banging to the beat I miss my exit yeah that so sad
Play it back, so now we gotta hit repeat on both tracks
I'm everywhere and no where at the same time
I'm passing through these shoulders like this car mine
Renting cause we spending money part time
Cutting through these levels it's a sharp line
Come look at where I'm at and you gone see high
Sky was never limits cause we build heights
Grinding till it's dark and then it turns light
F*ck
Too many people believe in me
Expectations spread evenly
We cut em out like it's cnc
Leave nothing else for these human beings
No band for band we go soul for soul
No running now gotta hold ropes
No band for band we go gold for gold
No peter pan but pan but I fly at night
Landing close to your favorite sights
I'm outside cause it's human rights
Mistakes make me more human right
So why call me the devils scythe
I cut deep into those I like
And hold close onto those who might
Run away from my silver tongue
God knows for the broken ones are always there for the hated ones
So which am I to these peasant ones
Like dollar bills never hated once
Keep close to a carried gun
Black tape hanging round your neck and you lie anyways
Dope cars driving past your face yeah we on interstates
First off chilling with my homies it always great
Last off I always finish first so yeah I clear my plate
Plates gone driving in a coupe and it got no tags
They like hold on what's that shit you playing
It's that old gas
Banging to the beat I miss my exit yeah that so sad
Play it back, so now we gotta hit repeat on both tracks