FOG / The Essentials Video (MV)

Striking turned militant
Couple shots he won't feel again
I been thinking to myself lately (thinking to myself)
Got a couple of them niggas that wanna ride on me
Double fumbling cash, dag, predicted itching to slide on me
How much success before taking me out the game
So how many shows before I had proven my name
Niggas put in passion for they whole life
Turn bitter that's a whole strife, a pass by collision crippled my lane
But, I gotta be so strong, cause lately I been thinking to myself
Trying to think of a one up, when still viciously turned up
Devil swinging round my block like he was lifting a numb chuck
I got niggas don't appreciate and don't how to trust
I got bitches superstitious, tryna fix me out of love
I got family members, they remember lies
Don't tell me about your pride, when selfless helps the helpless
You selfish in disguise
Hard to idolize when niggas done lost they soul
Hard to undermine with niggas you broke bread
Hard to see the sky's when wearing these stunna shades
Feeling blade, feeling safe, feel a way
Cause I got all these niggas round me, .30's being tucked
I got bitches that's malicious in the trenches wanna f*ck
I got A&Rs that praying hard, rewind it back to DVR
Might turn a track to CPR, cause you ran out of luck
Double dutching, hands clutching, we don't ever speak discussion
We just let the reaper touch us, into features, repercussions
How many more outlooks still sanctified
So how many more songs writ until it die

But I gotta be so strong, cause lately I been thinking to myself
Trying to think of a one up, when still viciously turned up
Devil swinging round my block like he was lifting a numb chuck
I got niggas don't appreciate and don't how to trust
I got bitches superstitious, tryna fix me out of love
I got family members barely breaking ties
Don't tell me about your pride, when you left me out to dry
That's a warning

I really got it
I'm honest
I'm on it
I keep it Chris Breezy; I tell them to run it
The cowards be running
The humble be hunting
And it's my 23rd spring so I bring them to dungeon
Jeeper's Creepers with the ether, I'm out here so hungry
I got this bitch moving, the Bouly be bunking
And I don't converse with you guys if it don't make no money
Yeah that's how I'm rocking, you can call it funny
Fear of god my sweats
I don't break a sweat
All that tongue wrestle with the set doesn't cut the checks
In my town we them Yankees and y'all the Mets
The cap that y'all on was never caught on Jiggas head
That's Flex

You should watch out for the Kazuri, because he's moving different
Raukwon The Ronin
The one and only
For y'all to hate
Y'all can't gas me instead you gassing my John Deer
It's just different

Dawg, this so essential
This for the times I've been broke
This life is what I'm meant for
I'm grinding straight for my kinfolk
We hanging out the window like y'all niggas should've been known
Your new fling tends to get old
You not around she Rah Digga which means she on that flip mode
And she knows imperial
She pounced in the ride, don't touch my stereo
The price has escalated on Jerry Lorenzo
Can't be out here kicking flavor I cookin' just for the low
Uh uh
Hell no, my nigga, we off of that
The better crack I be cooking the more they'll be coming back
I see how haters be looking when Logan recite these raps
What young nigga you booking that show up bringing the slaps
Huh? Yea
That show out bringing the slaps
Ain't show up faking the funk
Just out here preaching my facts
A good job of keeping in tact as well as sharper than a tack
More tactical than the raccoon on Groot's back
He's back
Uh, thoop