These Days Video (MV)

Hey, I was just calling to say that it had nothing to do with you
You didn't change
It was me
I changed
I'm not sure who to trust these days, cause I got a lotta people trynna see me down, see
Me down
I don't know who to trust these days, cause I got a lotta people trynna see me down, see
Me down
I don't know who to trust these days, cause I got a lot of people trynna see me down
Trynna see me down
I don't know who to trust these days, cause I got a lot of people trynna see me down
Trynna see me down, trynna see me down, trynna see me down
Me and you forever, dumb bitch I should've knew better, now I'm like whatever cause you
Thought you was clever, you wasn't shit when I met you, you still ain't shit when I left
You, knew that I could do better, I can't believe that I let you, into my heart, can't
Let you out of my mind, and from the start, I gave you all of my time, I pick apart this
Love that's keeping me blind, one verse at a time, maybe you'll find, enough to love
Baby girl but you will never find a love like mine, my vibe different, energy shifted, my
Mind twisted and very conflicted, pain that I inflicted, from my past addictions, I won't
Get specific, never a statistic, I just stay consistent and manifest on my vision
I can feel the end coming close, when it is happening, and lose a soul forever, I won't
Never take her back again, always kept that shit a hundred thousand, was I really that
Bad, did I put you through pain, your words feed my emotions, hate pumped through my veins
I'm just saying, if one day, you should never feel what I felt, I hope you reach out for
Help for the shitty hand you was dealt, see me, I don't ask for much, just grab the dutch
And roll one up, never wish ya bad, I wish you luck, I cared at a time girl when you
Ain't give a f*ck, always there to lift you up, but, now I see that we was never meant
To be, for you I bleed, in my reality, it's hard just to conceive, and I ain't wanna see
Who you really be, put a hold on me, controlling me, not what I need, need to set you free
What the f*ck is you on, everything that I did right, always doing me wrong, now you
Ain't on what I'm on, shoot from distance, I'm going long, really been through the trenches
Was all alone, off like something wrong
I'm not sure who to trust these days, cause I got a lot of people tryna see me down
Aee me down, got a lot of people tryna see me down
I'm not sure who to trust these days, cause I got a lot of people tryna see me down
Tryna see me down, see me down
Connect, hit my trap, now I'm back on the block
Gunning on the opps, and we ducking the cops, I'm on another wave
Drop missing the top, and if shawty gon' suck it, she gon' give me that slop
I'm nothing perfect, but very worth it, I see your purpose, you lurking, know you lurking
Venom serpent, I'm faded, hella faded, forever wasted
Streets taught me to game and to perfection, how I played it
Yeah, it's Neno blaze, and I'm coming for they necks
All this drama on my mama, I go ham like I'm possessed
Mind your business, keep it moving, it's something that I suggest
In the kitchen, I'm a chemist, in these streets, I am a vet
I should let percocets, settle in, they feel the best
Never rest in the flesh, much better than you expect
I project my success, and all the hate I deflect
If you ever bit my hand, that's something I can't accept
Where you going, what feeling you're holding
Evil is what you been showing, but what's more important
You're sinking, not floating, now I've been drinking
And throwing up on the beat, throw the white towel defeat
Back it up and retreat, love I was playing for keeps
Now you awoken the beast, I gave the bitch back
Yeah, she was leased, yeah, yeah, she was leased
Look, I'm hella bent, f*ck your two cents
Spent that at the store, for the taxes out your bracket
We get money galore, I'm a bastard to a bitch
That you can never afford, if I had a f*ck to give
You probably hitting it raw, five popping and six rockin' your jaw
Like Cochran, get you off at the morgue
Dead presidents and packs of that raw
I seen a lot from nothing, ribs to your stomach
Touching, gun butting the Joe Buddons
Think they know, but they really don't