Real Friendz Video (MV)

Open up 2019 talkin bout some new shit just for me and you
Oh how good that sound
Im back around
Cuttin niggaz off the trees like slavemasters did the lynched
Smokin on that shit that equate scent of dead body stench
Im Bout to body shit F*ck friends I want ends
And mo'fans f*ck clothe trends pop no xanz
Keep closed hands uh
Im fantasizing bout gettin on and leaving yall behind
Never rewind remember them times
I sat and cried with swollen eyes
All by myself my glory died
Them gory vibes was a reprise
Sending prayers up in the sky
Just asking God just for his shine
You was acting drunk when I
Asked yo ass for some drive
Was Riding front seat with demon misleading left me deprived
Defeating all my demons when im speaking on whats inside
What I'm pose to do sit flop
Let them stick then sick and rot
I been trippin but I slip not
I been hippin but I sip not
Trippy off yo fallen soldiers if you clicking up with the opps
Nigga Iain the same Break out yo brain break out the shame break out the chains
Thats keeping you bondage from your dreams
Aint sleeping at night at night I ponder really Up plottin schemes
Keep it goin if not I'll only wonder plenty of fallen dreams
Its Plenty of fallen kings that I done seen
Up on that screen that aint make streams
That went downstream
Got high extreme then became fiends
So f*ck that bullshit yo high ass talkin bout
My niggaz in a drought they need a hero
Im on that bout what you bout
I been down sick let you down
Resuscitate when you down
Im representing you now
Its you now its you now
Shit its us now