Streetpunx Video (MV)

I'm Mr. Kinda Rhyme Nice with that shirt tuck
Pants with the crease cuffs
Jumpin', yeah they rolled up
Still that dude
Been not givin' no f*cks
Mr. No I don't really wanna f*ckin' hang with ya
In a world where you'd rather chase clout
Than chase a f*ckin' passion
Would rather get faded
Than make your life happen
Can wear the fashion
But don't know how to match it
Like everything in your life
Is such a f*ckin' distraction
Me, cool as f*ck
True enough
Drama club little runt of the bunch
A hooligan
Being true and aware
Ain't nothin' new to us
There's nothing to discuss
Middle finger to popular f*cks
That wanna judge and take up space
F*ck em'
I put it in your face
Like I don't got time for none of these fakes
Mother f*cks ain't ever
F*ck with the boy
But now you rockin' to noise
Made by yours
Truly enjoy
I ain't f*ck with your music
Your new shit
And your ideals
Like who dis?
You ain't shit and we gon' prove it.
Like, get the f*ck out of my business
We a problem
We a nuisance
And I'm glad that y'all got to f*ckin' witness
Witness you bitches
That we are the sickest
Your music is garbage
Your wave is a gimmick
Witness you bitches
That we are the sickest
Your music is garbage
Your wave is a gimmick
Yeah we a problem
And there's nothing you could do about it
Yeah we a problem
And there's nothing you could do
Yeah we a problem
And there's nothing you could do about it
We a problem and that's true
F*ck livin' in luxury
What you want from me
These bitch ass niggas
Unfamiliar to this drudgery
They need to find time for the subtle things
What's worth more time to you
Peace of mind
Or the diamond rings
Cause' I bleed for this passion
Making this magic happen
A sort of gifted scripture
It's crafty
Snatch the beat up
And do damage
It's savage
Nobody panic
I'm just letting them have it
An example of something considered
Outstanding, outlandish
Young niggas with a flow like nothing else
Practicing the literature
So you know we educated as well
Sippin' caffeine
I'm feeling like an addict
I'm trying to combat
This self destructive aspect
Yeah we a problem
And there's nothing you could do about it
Yeah we a problem
Just by doing what we do
Yeah we a problem
Ain't no way that you could move around it
Ain't bout' what you say
It's bout what you can prove
And you can't prove shit
Talk what you could never walk
Like dog, whose mans you is
The life you have
The life you want
But you just can't choose which
And we defy the odds
Against all of the taboo shit
I'm on my last few cigs
And I can't back what you're reppin'
I don't stand what you stand for
The life you livin' is scripted
But who you put on the act for
Cause' it ain't for yourself
And it ain't for your set
Don't wanna hear what you talking
You should be saving your breath
Some see my grief
Through the way I chief this pack
My hands been shakin' since the tenth grade
The mirror looks afraid
When you look at it drunk as hell
Who the hell needs to breathe
Get some oxygen
Yeah I thought that the cloud on my name was
Finally done pouring down
Til I realized with out a doubt
We're in a drought
Lowering myself six feet into the ground
There's somethin' out there for me
Pack my bags and see
I got my ticket
There's somethin' out there for me
Pack my bags and see
I got my ticket
Holla at me baby
There's somethin' out there for me
Pack my bags and see
I got my ticket
There's somethin' out there for me
Pack my bags and see
I got my ticket
Good for us