Rough Skies Video (MV)

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These bitches blowing up my phone
Like "Hedgi is you home?"
"I'm horny all alone, sipping henny and patron"
"If you feel like getting dome, or you tryna throw a bone
I can make you hit the "OH"
Afterwards we'll smoke a bowl," I'm like...
Baby I don't know
Kinda feeling like a cone
Take me to Baskin Robbins
I don't f*ck with Cold Stone
Want me to dick you down
Just one thing you gotta know
No one in town gon' hear about it
And that's fosho
You keep it private
Then you can see my privates
My jet so private
That I'm the f*cking pilot
Been balling big
Like f*ck Lavar and his kids
Ice on my wrist, I'm busting down on your bitch
Let me display the fact
That I just want my name on the map
And I ain't got time for hoes now
And I ain't got time for taking a nap
Got statement straight up stating the facts
Beats slap cheeks, straight making 'em clap
Reaching all the seats for the stadium rats
Everybody dance, shake that ass.
And I been living this life for so long
I get tired but the night must go on
My shoes tied but I'm tripping, yeah
My shoes tied but I'm tripping, yeah
I ain't stopping this fight for no one
I run the ops to the top and so on
And you were right, I was sipping, yeah
You were right, I been sipping
I'm truly lost, all I knows my Gucci socks
Screw the cops, they done put me through a lot
Like who'd of thought
I'd be zooming through the lot
With my middle fingers raised
Flexing money that I got?
And all I got, that's my dick and some guap
Some icy drops on the beat, on my watch
Haters watch, I'ma make it to the top
Then at the top, Ima keep on taking shots
Yeah Hedgi bless a beat like you never ever seen
Got them never ending schemes
Rhyming shit you won't believe
Yeah that shit you won't believe
To believe you gotta see
Searching all across the sea
You won't find another me
Like that real Slim Shady
Where I been lately
I been f*cking with some ladies in a tinted Mercedes
With Statement mixing shit so crazy
Still claiming that he been lazy
Always cooking up the fire
I compare that shit to Hades
I been living this life for so long
Get tired but the night must go on
Shoes tied but I'm tripping, yeah
Shoes tied but I'm tripping, yeah
I ain't stopping this fight for no one
I run the ops to the top and so on
And you were right I been sipping, yeah
Yeah you right I been sipping, yeah
I got nothing on my mind but the money and the rhymes
The front pages of the times, I be fronting all the time
Swear if stunting was a crime, I'd be doing hella time
They would have my ass in custody, no Kevin Federline
I know some bitches think it's sexist
But my shit is still the freshest
Been the villain for the longest
As a kid through adolescence
To a man who understands
That you got to meet demands
Just to keep the upper hand
If you wanna be the man
Damn Hedgi be the man
Bitches wetty on command
Cause he steady with the hands
Like a surgeon in ya pants
Get ya girly in a trance
Have her changing up her stance
Switch her gaze into a glance
Do the "FUCK-I'M-CUMMING DANCE"
And she said "F*ck I'm cumming damn
Love the way you rub my clam
Love the way you strap your hundreds
With them motherf*cking rubber bands"
I'm just in love with cash
Always take it over ass
Got bars, spitting
Like some kids up on the overpass