God Is My Witness Video (MV)

I been running the streets yeah God is my witness
I can't tell my mama the life I'm living
I can't tell my pops how deep I'm in it
Why they want it with me I'm minding my business
I been running these streets yeah God is my witness
Cup filled up with activist, won't say that I'm an activist
I just listen to these beats and think of my peeps that's why it's passionate
I be tryna change the streets whenever I speak, niggas ain't having it
Hate to say that they sleep but dammit they sleep so I can't nap for shit
Up all day, up all night
Tryna make ways to up our price
Tryna make cake and up our slice
Tryna make plays to cut more mights
And add more dids and add more wills
Give back to the kids then add more bills
Put it in a city that ain't so pretty so that those kids will have no fears
I was one of them kids before, role models off henn and dope
I ain't think we had any hope, opps thought we had plenty dough
Outside playing curb ball, the streets talk and we heard it all
They pull up, they bust shots, when they hit something they scurred off
That shit might not concern y'all but how many niggas did I learn fall
Can't count on my hands and feet just hope to God that again we meet
Hope God got plans for me cause I know the opps got plans to see
R.I.P captions cause a six lettered action buried me in the land six feet
That's deep
I been running the streets yeah God is my witness
I can't tell my mama the life I'm living
I can't tell my pops how deep I'm in it
Why they want it with me I'm minding my business
I been running these streets yeah God is my witness
Backwood filled with OG, we just lost another OG
I been keeping moves lowkey cause niggas fronting like they know me
Tryna say what I ain't did, what I ain't doing, tryna hoe me
Crazy it's the niggas that I showed love to and treated like the homies
Man f*ck it had to kill the old me
Learned to love being lonely
Switch fast on these snake niggas that was in my grass moving slowly
Quick death for a slow creep
Black bag or a whole sheet
I'm a hotheaded warm hearted nigga, no way that I can have cold feet
When I'm on mine, on the grind, all the damn time tryna get chips
And niggas worried bout who I'm f*ckin, what I'm selling, how am I a crip
I was born in not sworn in yeah my whole family from the shit
And we all still f*cked up and gon be forever cause they killed Nip
Man that shit sick you can be the best nigga you can be and still get clipped
I cried tears for a week, hardly got sleep tryna get a grip
Thought of how it could've been me and who I wanna be was always him
So if I'm to make from these streets tell me to the streets would it make sense, damn
I been running the streets yeah God is my witness
I can't tell my mama the life I'm living
I can't tell my pops how deep I'm in it
Why they want it with me I'm minding my business
I been running these streets yeah God is my witness
You see Tez
Haters man, they be in survival mode
Because, either they light small, or they light already out
So they, try and shade yours and block you from shining
Dig this man
I had a hater come up to me and he said
How does it feel to be me
You know what I told him
Nephew, I'm a one of one
We ain't the same Eddie Kane
You can tell him Willie Mac said that