Doubts Video (MV)

Find me with my grin
Pistol to my chin
Where do I begin?
Tired of being angry
And cut-throat
If I could guarantee the clean-up
I'd cut throats
Too easy to cut rope
But I won't be leaving
'cause there's no ceilings here
Tug of war with the will to live
Can't tussle with these lows
Tippy-toes out my grave with it
Been here too much before
Tired of this crawling out
These days I be balling out
And I mean that shit both ways
Love a girl that go both ways
I'm a simple nigga
Really
They feel the truths in my raps
I'm John Cena in the flesh
To these rappers in fact
They can't see me
If I lean back in a 2seater
I feel greedy
But this the kind of music that
Remind me of a Beamer
Drop top, shades on
By some Dasani-Aquafina
The old days
Back when I would spit
With the homies in hallways
Imagination crazy
Rhyming about
How they hate us
And how I've always been that kid
With the foreplay
And the follow-through
Nowadays you'n even gotta be Jesus
For them to follow you
Shiit
And you don't even got to give a f*ck
They'll still treat you like that same nigga
In a coup, like
Where the f*ck you steal this at?
Why that watch on your wrist cracked?
Can you even tell what time it is?
You must be Lost Boi
You looking like your father too
He know you out here?
You know where you at son?
You know what we bout here?
I see you got your doubts
And we gone end them shits right here