The Boy wit' the Triste Eye's Video (MV)

Hop in the cart with a few hoes in the back
See a drum gun, bitch, you know it's a wrap
Murder these flows like X did in a track
Another day gone by with a dub this and that
Hop in the cart with a few hoes in the back
See a drum gun, bitch, you know it's a wrap
Murder these flows like X did in a track
Another day gone by with a dub this that
My third eye's been open about four years
Can't stop like I'm shifting on more gears
From the drop of my pen never showed tears
Taking shots to the head when there's no beers
What more, can I say
My voice has you feeling just some type of way
I dip with the bag without leaving a trace
What the f*ck are you mad about needing the space
Wait
It all started way back when my mom's crib
Emotions tucked in somewhere lost in a mosh pit
Switchblade lips to the deck when the bomb hits
Chest filled with smoke coming straight from the bong
Rip
Can't take it no more
Thoughts locked in, trynna break in the door
It was time well spent, you be making a slow
From the bass in the trunk it be shaking the floor
Two bad bitches with an accent
Shawties in the booth blowing smoke now her back's bent
Stacks went
Up, when they switching on me
Close to the sky bet you wish you were free
Think I caught onto something
You we just fought nothing
Cheat on your chick now she calls me her husband
Stay close to your lane when you speak on my name
Say you from Shaftown what street do you claim
Hop in the cart with a few hoes in the back
See a drum gun, bitch, you know it's a wrap
Murder these flows like X did in a track
Another day gone by with a dub, this is an that
Hop in the car with a few hoes in the back see a
Drum gun, bitch, you know it's a wrap
Murder these flows like X in a track
Another day gone by with a dub, this an that
You went through my brain, didn't start till it's over
You think it's a game, fell apart, now we're older
It put too much strain, I was partially sober
It's how I maintain know its far from the closure
Not sorry
Most of these cats wanna rarri
You know my steez when she asks me what are we
Stay close to your lane, when you speak on my name
Say you from Shaftown what street do you claim
Hop in the car with a few hoes in the back
See a drum gun, bitch, you know it's a wrap
Murder these flows like X did in a track
Another day gone by with a dub, this is and that
Hop in the car with a few hoes in the back
See a drum gun, bitch, you know it's a wrap
Murder these flows like X did in a track
Another day gone by with a dub, this is and that
My third eyes been open about four years
Can't stop like I'm shifting on more gears
From the drop of my pen, never show tears
Taking shots to the head when there's no beers
What more can I say
My voice has you feeling just some type of way
Dip at the bag without leaving a trace
What the f*ck are you mad about needing the space
Wait