MJ (feat. Billionaire Sol) Video (MV)

When I take a step, nigga I am Michael Jackson
Got the tiles lightin' up, when I move it's like some magic
If they get up in my way, I swerve the lane like dodging traffic
If it's beef with me or gang, we take em out just like we crashin
Don't you play these f*cking games, I'm on edge
Cut the lights, spin it twice, nigga do just what I said
Uh, Choppa get to F-uh, bussin niggas dead
I don't play no games about my bitch and Imma say it
If you wanna step up to the plate, how is we gon' play it
Cause I'll strike a nigga out, like a match, ain't no savin
Pay me now it ain't no waitin
If you want the sauce, then I'll spread this shit up on a track
If you wanna be the boss, then you'll have to step it back
Cause I'm the one that's in command
Niggas worried bout a bitch, but can't up a f*cking band
Like really? this yo mans? this the one with all the plans? talking bout some motion
Like a ring got his ass on cam
Capping like a fan
Switching sides just like a tan
Pussy niggas like a trans
Run through shit just like a ram
Niggas think they bout that life, until I crack em like a graham
I ain't have no f*cking lights on, in the crib where we was stayin
When I tell yo ass, I got this by my lonely, then I meant it
Pop my shit just like I'm Cole, cause a nigga really Bennett
I ain't heard or seen you niggas, like the windows that be tinted
Everytime I hear a song from these niggas, it be fiction
Everytime I be with gang we rushing shit, just like we blitzin
Bitch be getting on my nerves"you want some head?" yeah now you spittin
Midnight sent the beat, it's only right I get to f*cking trippin
Back to back like I'm Mahomes, yeah the script was f*ckin written
Pockets deep
Limo seats, go head line up all the bitches
Pour a fo, crack a pint, for my niggas in the trenches
Know it's hard to stay focused, but just think about the riches
When you get up onnat bag, then you can do the shit you missin
It ain't nothin special out here, focus on yourself
Be determined, perseverance, stack that shit up on a shelf
They gon' talk bout you regardless, so it's f*ck em need no help
Get that shit up by yourself and whoever got they hand out leechin' off your wealth
I grew up a good kid, so I keep a bad bitch
Quickest way to piss me off? treat me like I'm average
I'm a nature boy at heart, so I gotta keep a stick
Rarer then a moon eclipse, a nigga treat me like a bitch
I became a good friend to blues and I ain't talkin' stitch
I ain't gotta tell her pick and choose this weekend she gon' switch
Once I drop that dick off, then it's back to the grind
Wanna cream? or keep complaing? baby one at a time
I feel like a filament lil hoe, cause I was born to shine
She wanna ticket to the show, cause she know that we onnat time
Imma take her to the telly, then put nine up in her spine
Imma send her back to you, cause she can't stay and she ain't mine
We got night on the beat and he like hit boy
And everytime it's me and tae on beats that shit a hit boy
And everytime I drop it's point blank range, like I can't miss boy
And I just keep on snapping off the leash like untrained pit boy
I got the Canik on me, if you thinking it's a lick boy
That petty beef be motel six, my mind on the Ritz boy
I got a whole lot on me
That's on my wrist boy
No you is not my
Homie
Cause you a bitch boy
Billy