40 Seasons Video (MV)

Roll call, where my real ones?
I don't trust too many, so I'm ridin' wit my gun
I need all my fees in full, up front
Try to short me n*gga
You get lit up like my blunt
I got everything they said I wouldn't have
Still modest about it
On my "Oh, you shouldn't have"
Hardly sleepin, I'm awake clockin' the math
I know what I deserve, I'm not settlin' for half
Talkin' business over lobster
Movin' like the mafia, but my n*ggas ain't mobsters
Still moppin out imposters
Not an actin' nigga
I could never win an Oscar
Grindin' for that fisker
Girls gone wild, I need it topless
Trust me, I'ma ball
I'ma ball
I'ma ball on you niggas
Trust me, I'ma ball
I'ma ball
I'ma ball on you niggas
I been goin hard for 40 seasons
I been goin hard for 40 seasons
Way, way, way outta reach
100 band streaks for the speech
Had to manifest, not a reach
Scary sh*t is I aint hit a peak
Got it on my own, you a leech
Speedin' to the bag, not a screetch
Got the engine roarin, like a beast
Type of work ethic, couldn't teach
Elon with the sh*t I'm makin'
Cook the beat and black it like it's Haitian
Hoes say I'm a jerk, I'm not Jamaican
I just put in work, go super Saiyan
Foot stomp neck on n*ggas
They ain't check on n*ggas
Had no respect for a n*gga
That's why I gotta flex on n*ggas
Trust me, I'ma ball
I'ma ball
I'ma ball on you niggas
Trust me, I'ma ball
I'ma ball
I'ma ball on you niggas
I been goin hard for 40 seasons
I been goin hard for 40 seasons