Leo Season Video (MV)

I grew up on Pac, Scarface, and Willie D
Translated the game to my sound, just me
Never needed permission, slips treat me like the baby
What the city needin' is substance like the crack lady
Talent ready came out of nowhere, this is Leo season
Put the saint up in there, cause I'm the voice of reason
Real homies, they took me in, now I'ma break the bank
And at the podium, I'ma thank the real that kept me straight
Best yet to come like a pornographic film
And when they see my name in lights, they can't believe it's him
I did this shit to prove that Dallas keep them heavy spitters
And we ain't dancin' no more, we bringin' lyrics with us
In due time, we gon' be known for the Grammys
I bring the family, triple D hat for good standin
Dedicate this to my mama and my sister mondie
I wish they could see how a nigga comin' in 2020
For real
I did this shit on my own, no features
I needed this therapy for myself just like a preacher
I'm showin' love to everybody, one life to live
And if you wastin' on pleasin' other niggas, you ain't real
I've been through so much, I can't wait to share my story
But I came out on top like a champ like Robert Horry
They thought it was a game when I was 17
And passed my CDs out, still doin' my thing
That's what I named it, claimed it, didn't do numbers though
But I knew I had the flow, waited for the growth
Now I'm spittin' at 31 and niggas say I'm old
But if you listenin' this far, it's a wrap you sold
Got your attention, got your permission
To bring you this real shit, there's no competition
I just wanna bring player vibes straight to your ears
And show you that this Texas nigga got bars for years
No stoppin', I'm bobbin' heads till the money comes
And when the money comes, we rockin' harder, son
Shoutout to my New York niggas that's makin' plenty funds
A second home for me, especially Harlem world
Watchin' my idols reach out to me, a dream come true
Not too long ago I was broke, not knowin' what to do
God is good and I owe this talent to Him above
Keep the legacy strong here, for C. Struggs
We just some niggas want some Bucs like the Superdome
Clean with fedoras, Robert Grahams and some two-tones
I know I'm worth it, I gave them life like Eddie Murphy
I'm not sayin' I'm perfect, but shit, I know I'm lurkin
Classic shit like Mo Funny from T.K. Kirkland
I'm so Texas when I talk, they think I'm Kendrick Perkins
Head first, no ghost writer my hands stay dirty
I'll bring the chip back to Dallas like Super Bowl thirty