ETA Video (MV)

I seen enough to know I'm built for this shit
Bright lights On big stage
Fans Screaming my name
They want a encore
Cause metaphor
Sing like symphony
Not a noun
Not a verb
My nigga hyperbole
Ain't a soul on this earth my nigga that worry me
Unless I'm looking in the mirror
And I'm like
A couple moments past that
Inside the jail
Where the class at?
2 many millions locked up behind bars
Cement floors and blank walls
Why you always talkin prisons?
What!?
What!?
Why ain't y'all?
That's where yo folk at
Gave him rope at
He hangin on for dear life
This where the hope at
When money come it won't change us
It's gettin closer
Might get dangerous

Listen up This how da heart speak
Love and hate in arms reach
My eyes open
I don't trust shit
Those half Nodds
Crooked smiles
Those handshakes
I know they comin
That fake shit
That fake shit

I know it's coming
Got a kill switch
To any engine being gased tryna drop us
To every hold on this knob we got a locksmith
3 in 1
That boy a hat trick
Can't need for much
Ain't never had Shit
Pressure ain't never made us fold up
Eviction note I saw him I show up
Again again again
Penny pinchin for years in
He ain't cave in
Got locked up for days in
Nigerian
A Immigrant
Got shacked up and shipped off
Momma sobered up
And dipped off
Pressure ain't never made me fold up

What I look like
Mike in the first
With this strong right
Somebody leaking
Blood suckas
They leeches
Dream killas
They Freddy

F*ck they language
I said it
F*ck the state
And I meant it
One
Goal
Few
Tactics
I
See
It
They plot
They kill
Yea they scheming
Couple gone
Too early
Was god was on time
I'm weary
I hope she heard me
Did she hear me?

I need to know
Do this skin speed that time up?
Still got a plan for tomorrow
I plan to tell you It's feelin right for the first time
Why later on
We got right now
I'm looking forward to that soul we be talking
Hope that's all fine
Talkin Stolen souls
Off coastlines
Them niggas killed
Couple M's got Buried
I know them niggas ah X me
I know my dream is heavy
I know She was willin and ready
I know we divin in
Headfirst
The deep end
Baby black wit dark skin
With soft lips
I know I know
Know change
Know free mind
Know beauty is colonized
Know my eyes
Beholder
Heres what its holdin
Viewpoint
From mother land
Nevermind whites lies
Got thick skin
Ain't scared in 8 years
Heard get out
And Woke up
Ms.Hill was my alarm clock
Told her Nip was my call back home
They gone wish I ain't pick up
Gone be a long year
Couple lanes we gone slide in
Some gone yield
Or get pushed out