Casual Tees Video (MV)

Been all out with the breeze
Tell that bitch say thank you and please
I am not one of these
People that will slip when the turf's wet
Practice every bar till every single one is (perfect)
Motherf*ckers come at me like I'm the one to f*ck with
Circle all em up I'm on my goose and on my duck shit
Spitting at me (dull)
Simpletons'll get their skull split
They be doing nothing they be inspired by Trump's bitch
Piping down, she was calling for a timeout
Head deep, in the peach, like James house
I swear, she was really bout to wild out
Bitch was on the shit that killed Amy Winehouse
Two thirty-eight when I'm writing this
Rallying really rather light when you rhyming it's
Something that spawns from deep down right inside ya shit
Built in the brain and back out my defiant lips, yeah
Watch on my wrist and you better not break it, bitch don't waste my time
Why is it that when you start to commit it's like all of a sudden you stepped out of line
Rapping and f*cking the only two things that I truly enjoy, take a trip through my mind
Bitches be overdressing all their bullshit no casual tees like a victimless crime

See
See I'm ripping flows immaculate, open my eyes to capture it
The packaging's, a little hard to open if you're asking me
Tragically, masterfully, choke these beats, quit tapping me
Recollecting hours when they roared and laughed at me
We all homo sapiens draped in the duty of making it
Waiting patient for dedication adjacent to latent shit
Freddy and Jason shit, lately I'm on my impatient shit
Medication make the blood boil, that's an elated crip
The day was split, for half my face was fixed
I obtained the hint the vibrant reds phased to faded pinks
Crazy how entirety can entirely alter
Divide and I conquer, tired but wired my mind darker
Harbour perceptions navy resides within my iris
Early times of shyness, the quiet was my appliance
I might just, snap, but my fingers are fatigued
Weed is what I need when the need ain't guaranteed