K N A 9 Video (MV)

Walkin down I keep my guard up, bring it up on my side
Keepin the score, ringing up four of us
Putting they god down, singing ya byes
I'm creepin in scoped, sinking down, torture
Can't take no more, f*ckin look at my eye
We too deep, there's no hope, string up disorders
In order to get what you want, you still getting denied like
Up in my path, well you better step off, get back
Why you think ya better off, thats cap
End up witta wetter cough, read off red flags
Pissed off, gone mad, why you linkin up sad
Which block we gon catch
We gon fool em into thinkin that they god, big stretch
You aint motherf*ckin king
Runnin' when I hear the knock, big glock, big flex
In the box what's next, you be running out of things to say
Say you want it, going beyond it
Tracking back the shit you said, wont own it
Reading ya note, my back grows cold
It snap like it old, got the mac reloading
Bliss in my nose, with a tec, unload
See the sitch in the moment now you watch it unfold
Got his kicks, n a coat, and a gat, dethroned
I can never tell a soul, I ain't got no trust no more
Bloody black fit, spin it for the one time
Keep cut in the city for a fun time
Looking both ways 'fore I'm takin off ya head
Look into the eyes of what you're pretty sure is death
Look into the blade ya gonna be the one to get it
Bitches in the way, they finna get in feetle till they dead
Get cut, eat lead, now ya visibly red
I been runnin' from a demon thats been coming at my head
Big bucks, full of dread, bitches tied up on the bed
How ya never motherf*ckin understandin what I meant
Better duck, from the west, what the f*ck is your intent
Keep on runnin, never gunnin, comin up into the end like
Yuh bitch, runnin up into my ends
Dealin with a voice, can never get it out my head
I run this clique, better get up out my face
I gun this joint, feelin funny like a ten
Feelin like god with a glock in the face
I'm keepin her ghosted like I seen it at 10 bitch
Can't be simple, see my taste
Run my blade bitch, cuttin yo waist
Keep up with the pace bitch, really wanna race it
Better get him the f*ck out my face
One more glass, keep it filled
How do you hate when I'm up in the mils
Done my pass, keep it a bill
Out my hit list, in my feels
Hidin my past, take my pill
Lie to the baddie but go for the kill
'Hind my back, he come for the thrill
Whip out the mac and I go for the kill
When the moon shines, stars light up and put you in mind
Got the two nines, five bullets but deemed suicide
Always two sides, believin with a closed mind
Take a few lives, do something to put you in mind
With a kiss on the lips, that pussy be put aside
Hollow tips, chrome blicks, yuh look at who boutta cry
Sorry clicks, smoke sticks, how would you rather die
Puttin up with the fallen and weakened or get a rope thats tied