Mone Bryant Video (MV)

I'm still waiting for a big smile out of you. You're up 2-0
What's the story? Are you not happy
You're only half happy
What's there to be happy about
You're up 2-0
Job's not finished
Job finished
I don't think so
All kinds of weather, we stay together
Leave another love up ahead
The greatest nigga waiting record label still vacant
My drive is getting payments, your drive is designated
Niggas got you to the spot, or whatever Drake was saying
Tell the stars ain't shit changed
A nigga still aiming, if they play with Mone and gang
Then think about engagements, way I let that bitch ring
These rappers numbers changing, they words scam lightly
Niggas wanna rhyme, bite me, talking bout his own sight
Then I ain't saying jive politely
You don't need a cell phone, I got all the bars
Wifey know he got the hoes wilding
Like Nick Cannon games, do it like I'm Kobe Bryant
I'm with the f*cking greats, haters call me Mone Bryant
I tell them run a fade, 60 in my last game
Smile just to hide the pain, hard for me to maintain
Record labels be ashamed, looking at my damn name
I'm all about the money boy, I'm one letter away
Like my niggas on the bench, I swear that we ain't f*cking the playing
So why would you even, think it
Tired of feeling low, we get high like sneeze waiting
I told her don't you sit here and cry, just keep blinking
She said if you don't get it, just try, my ship's sinking
But as long as you with me then I believe baby
You can stop asking me why, what do you know
I'm just trying to keep it a buck, Antetokounmpo
Your boys really puto
Flexing with a Uzi, but you not finna shoot though
These rap niggas losers, but they lyrics kinda cool though
I'm focused on my future, but I never be with Pluto
The bitches we be flipping, say you never took Judo
For better had a clue though
But back to perhaps some potency
I gotta start saying shit when I first notice it
She ask me how I feel, and I give her a small shrug
If I keep it real, ain't nobody compare to us
You ain't gotta kill, just to get you a mill
Nah, I just gotta kill, just to get to a meal
All these rhymes give em chills, now they protesting
I know some niggas in that field, like they ancestors
I tell them get up out the streets, and start investing
I know I gotta feed the team, that's just no question
Hoes say they want it raw, I'm not a pro wrestler
Schooling niggas like to teacher, cause this life a lesson
You can call me Mone Bryant, it's 24-8
And all I get is GGs, we winning okay
I tell the truth, cause when they lying, that be feeling strange
And I'm only 17, trying to pave way