I'm Coming Over Video (MV)

You better call the Suicide Hotline
And find your mind blown
Five bones for five zones
I'm ya knight in shining trichomes
I write poems like a rhyming cyclone
If I ever face time it wont be behind an iPhone
Rappers be like where the bars at?
F*ck free styling
Gamble be like where the broads at?
I'm every bitches fantasy
Put her on her hands and knees
Ain't another bad as me
I got her doing things even she cant believe
Roll the dice
Hot rapper spit it cold as ice
When it snows rappers get ghost like its a Poltergeist
I've spent lonely nights
Cleaning the Sig Sauer
Thinking of lines
Swinging the nine like I'm Rick Fowler
Similar to Christian Slater
We see the biggest haters
But we the innovators
We the dealers getting in the papers
We the players keeping bricks in the refrigerator
Dumping greedy dicks in the incinerator
I'm coming over
See me down at the station by the lane
With my hands in my pockets
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That was drowning all the cares in the world
When I getting older
Climbing up on the back porch fence
Just to see the dogs running
Ring and a question and my shivering
Voice is singing through the crack in the window
I like my girls tattooed and beautiful
Execute rappers like Rasputin The Crucible
Indisputable champ you see Cam
He went from dabs at the Super bowl
To looking sad at his funeral
You know what
This track makes me want to back hand a bitch
You're definitely gonna need some dabs after this
Shout out to Peyton Manning
I bet they paid the man his two million
That made him happy four million he made it happen
Then all the groupies brought they coochies from salons
Brazilian waxes going from a brunette to a blonde
Call some booty playing call of duty with ya moms
They say the broad is loopy but I do be getting slobbed
Truly dude we lit up more Cubans than a Don
Who be you be fixed up more ruthless than the Mob
The proof is in the guap
And the pudding
But the truth is that the coupe be looking stupid with the top
I'm coming over
See me down at the station by the lane
With my hands in my pockets
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That was drowning all the cares in the world
When I getting older
Climbing up on the back porch fence
Just to see the dogs running
Ring and a question and my shivering
Voice is singing through the crack in the window
I'm coming over
See me down at the station by the lane
With my hands in my pockets
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That was drowning all the cares in the world
When I getting older
Climbing up on the back porch fence
Just to see the dogs running
Ring and a question and my shivering
Voice is singing through the crack in the window
I'm coming over
See me down at the station by the lane
With my hands in my pockets
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That was drowning all the cares in the world
When I getting older
Climbing up on the back porch fence
Just to see the dogs running
Ring and a question and my shivering
Voice is singing through the crack in the window