I Need You Video (MV)

It's so loud
It's so loud
It's so loud
It's so loud
It's so loud boy give that crowd
What they want
What they want
Haters hate
They so fake
They gon' taunt
They gon' taunt
Now don't back down
Boy push that sound
Just be you
Just be you
Just dreams now
But Beantown
I need you
I need you
You could never wrap me down
My squad is never backin down
I'm carven all these rappin clowns
I'm starving so I'm snacking down
The game is really slacken now
They nameless I'll attack'em now
Like Jason
I chase'em
I trace'em
And I track'em down
They ain't coming back around
Ain't even in the bracket now
My game is off of practice now
I take it to the basket now
Defenders couldn't strap me down
Look at'em they hackin now
I graduated school of hard knocks
Got the cap and gown
No grad school class of 2010
Became a man
Who lives for fam
And hold it down for my friends
Feels like I'm carrying game the pressure tested my heart
But I'm married to the dame and it's till death do us part
A gifted young man was told I'm special and smart
Taken it next level hope my vessel'll start
My styles way better
When it's hotter than May's weather
Cuz the heat could never crack me down
Like Pacquiao
It's so loud boy give that crowd
What they want
What they want
Haters hate
They so fake
They gon' taunt
They gon' taunt
Now don't back down
Boy push that sound
Just be you
Just be you
Just dreams now
But Beantown
I need you
I need you
My styles rarer than a mineral
I'm stronger than a citadel
Prestige and valor
I'm more honored than a seminole
Could flow for days
I got more bars than a prison cell
I've seen more lost dreams
Than a quarter in a wishing well
Visceral
Hate on me
Dogg I'ma wish you well
Don't push me nigga
Footsie niggas
Down for that kiss and tell
Gimme the title shot
Trust me boy
I'm gon' get that belt
My punchlines in crunch time
Be the hardest fist you ever felt
Sun moon and stars
Somethin they can't reach
A beast
Ready to beef
Like Jet Li off the leash
And I represent the streets
Of Boston
Been walkin
And crossin since the days of Malone and Stockton
And often
I felt lost when I looked to the skies
No honor among thieves
Friends was crooks in disguise
But I ain't shook of these guys
They can't cook up demise
Got the optic of a tiger nigga
Look in my eyes
Uh
It's so loud boy give that crowd
What they want
What they want
Haters hate
They so fake
They gon' taunt
They gon' taunt
Now don't back down
Boy push that sound
Just be you
Just be you
Just dreams now
But Beantown
I need you
I need you