Monster Video (MV)

Ya
It's X
Y'all miss me or what
Haha
Let's give them what they want
Let's go
Like this
Call me a monster
My hungers never satisfied
Feel the walls shake
As my voice amplifies
This a canvas
For the thoughts I fantasize
Smoking down I 25
As I hit the gas and fly
That's a fact
And they don't want none less
In a land
Where its best you wear a vest
And I been
Waiting to push some weight
So I can't spare a bench
All facts no arrogance
My words can make em scatter
Like someone just aired a tec
Prepare for death
Hittin harder than a sonic boom
I got no other choice G
It's written in blood
Whether I'm given some love
Or stiffened of some
To stay grippin my gun
As trails of gunsmoke been
Hittin my blunt
Beware of Fast Money
You Ain't A Killer
Even if you listen to Pun
Thinking lightweight
As I'm lifting a ton
We smoke until your position is slumped
And I
Whip this bitch into submission
Since the day pussy christened my tongue
And I may have been away but
I can still make your head spin
Like exorcisms
Then use an instrumental
To just question victims
I grew sick of my wretched pessimism
Now I gotta spring to life
With fire powered mechanisms
Call me a monster
My hungers never satisfied
Feel the walls shake
As my voice amplifies
This a canvas
For the thoughts I fantasize
Smoking down I 25
As I hit the gas and fly
That's a fact
And they don't want none less
In a land
Where its best you wear a vest
And I been
Waiting to push some weight
So I can't spare a bench
All facts no arrogance
My words can make em scatter
Like someone just aired a tec
Prepare for death
I'm sick of you bitches
Like my bitch grew sick of me
I get it
Never didn't
Due to being the missing link
Plus I almost threw it all away
Just to say I stood on the edge
At least that's how it felt
Inside of my head
Last three years
I couldn't stack a waffle plate
And as they watched me walk away
I knew with giving up
I could not cooperate
F*ck this bitch and the way she propagate
Wash away your prada make a solid take
I promise fakes don't dominate
In my palms
The heat to make a sauna bake
Growing finer with age
Something your bitch wanna taste
I father beats son
Your heart will start to palpitate
This a murderville
F*ck it
Guess I'm off my rocker as of late
Call me a monster
My hungers never satisfied
Feel the walls shake
As my voice amplifies
This a canvas
For the thoughts I fantasize
Smoking down I 25
As I hit the gas and fly
That's a fact
And they don't want none less
In a land
Where its best you wear a vest
And I been
Waiting to push some weight
So I can't spare a bench
All facts no arrogance
My words can make em scatter
Like someone just aired a tec
Prepare for death