San Bernardino Video (MV)

Life of vision

Yeah, aye yo Dav, I tried to tell them niggas, you know what I'm saying
They don't wanna listen, yo

Aye what you know about a rich mother f*cker shining, I mean thriving
And pulling up outside his driveway to try to rob him
Niggas presidential in a Bush tryna watch him
Crack a door and nobody's home I'm grabbing wallets
Real shit, never hesitate to pull the steel out
When stress give you niggas no hair, I never wig out
Money is a meal, I got a big mouth
Talking anything instead of the cheddar I'll probably go and dip out
Lambs for the slaughter, I'ma cook you into mince-meat
You on a shit creek, with paddle's only going an inch deep
So if you want the smoke you better miss me
I'ma leave you burnt, like a Jewish nigga puffing from a chimney
Too far, nah I'm thinking we ain't take it far enough
Mama had a mental disorder, she steady harming us
Dad was whipping my ass, my body started scarring up
Probably explains the reason I'm cold and now I'm hard as f*ck
My heart is stuck between a rock and some hatred
Everything you've ever said is hella fake
Like the selling of a fabricated Faberge Egg in a church basement
You a Kris Kringle playing a game of Holiday Bingo
You phony, my wrist cold like a snowcone
Sipping Henny with a plate of Pomme du Fondant
You the type to snitch, and leave your man's case so blown
They point you on my block, you better ET it phone home
9-1-1 is the number you wanna hit b
But calling 12'll make a 9 put 6 where your ribs be
My boy'll probably slang until he sixty
Flipped an eighth on his birthday, that's what I call a sweet sixteen
Bars going over your head, like a Jeep door
Sell it for the five, but I bought for the three though
In the club, you better have your girl to keep close
I'm the type to tell her swallow her pride, and try to make her deep-throat
Ugh

Ugh, we steady mobbing
Coming for the loot, we ain't giving niggas options
Yeah, and that's the life we know
Put fire to this bitch, like San Bernardino
Ugh, we steady mobbing
Coming for the loot we ain't giving niggas options
Yeah, and that's the life we know
Put fire to this bitch, like San Bernardino

Man I was never really blessed with any kind of patience
If it ain't 'bout the paper chasing, you can miss me with the conversation
'Cause while you niggas steady masturbated, man as a matter of fact
I was amassing a master plan in my basement
To rid the game of all the fake shit, and when I'm dropping a record
I don't need cosmetics to make your pretty face lift
I got them hoes blowing up a nigga cellular
Bottle full Crown, while I'm tripping out to Temecula
LOV, boy I got the gang out, and all y'all niggas jokes
Like a paraplegic up on a playground, when I'm the booth I never play 'round
'Cause I remember the eighty dollars in my wallet, and taking the Grey Hound
Wanna flex, know I'm taking the money inside of your pockets
Can't go back to being broke, losing was never really in the options
Hated on me when I came up, and now the mother f*ckers wanna cop it
So all of you wanna be lame ass niggas up in the game better stop it
Ugh

Ugh, we steady mobbing
Coming for the loot, we ain't giving niggas options
Yeah, and that's the life we know
Put fire to this bitch, like San Bernardino
Ugh, we steady mobbing
Coming for the loot we ain't giving niggas options
Yeah, and that's the life we know
Put fire to this bitch, like San Bernardino

So all of you wannabe lame ass niggas up in the game better stop it
Ugh