1325 (feat. Yung Deala) Video (MV)

Uh, he got money on his mind, but them bitches lookin' fine
He love them blue hundreds, but its blood in his eyes
He seein' red, wanna say he do it for the guys, but they all dead
Never said he had a family, cause they all fed
Feelin' exhaustion, this life is awful without bread
Proceed with some caution, don't trust a partner
Them niggas Stephen', Curry cross ya
They gon' claim they love you, then off ya
Lil' bruh gon' need him a doctor
Cause God his heart in a coffin
Them bitches be cold, hearted
Don't know when the hoeing started
But bro, gon' play it smarter
He just stayin' to himself
Don't know when the vote started
But that pole by his belt
Been livin', strugglin', hunger
Ain't nobody ever helped
Nobody but Mone called him
The only nigga was there
He love that Romon artist
He be tellin' what you feel
He left him a voicemail
Cause Mone be busy as hell
I heard that you Mone, Bryant
Then I see you wasn't lyin
I'm lovin' what you doin
Your influence gettin' brighter
Cause all I knew was pain
And you changed that to price
Make a song about your manes
I'm knowin' they gon' like it
I told him, boy, I got you
As I'm writin', I almost cried
Let me tell you about my guy
Dark moments left my nigga blank
It's hard to keep your eyes open
All you see is fake
Remember rats in that kitchen sink
Dishes dirty
Gotta use your f*ckin' hand to get a drink
We just wanted gold
Cuban links to Rolex, bold pink
But all we had was goals, sharin, clothes
Them bitches wanna link
I done did the realest
Niggas like me just might be extinct
He ain't even get a ring
But he was married to the East
Ref whistle all them shooters
Cause they carryin' for me
I ain't even got a hoop
No more, my man's the MVP
On demand, I still be that helpin' hand
When he need it
I got shooters on repeat
I'm only one callin' if you need me
I got blood inside my eyes
I wear my heart on my sleeves
I'm tryna get outside the trenches
Where there's roaches, where i'm sleep
I'm on the block with all my niggas
When I'm at home, I talk to demons
From a nine to five, I punch the clock
When the rap been sellin' dope
Now I punch the block
Steppin' dope inside my socks
When I see the cops
Bloodshed for all my brothers
I'ma swing that mop
Hard to crush how I make it down
But I turn mine to a block
Now let me see what real niggas by a
Show of hands
Manipulate your soldiers
Made them violent for a band
You don't really love them
Had them wildin' for a band
But you got on them new Balenciagas
For a band
Love to do each other
Like we mobbin' for the Klan
For the right dollar amount
And he'll slime his own mans
Interrogations
I was patient' for the silent of the Klan
Even though I know a killer
Like the silence of the lamb, nigga