Abada Video (MV)

It's like if I don't go to school, my fam don't even care
Bout to go see Uncle V, he somewhere in the air
I know we got a apple tree, but where the f*ck the pears
We ain't even call em Handerson, we called that nigga bear
You ain't even wanna lend me shit, cause you don't like to share
You just gotta keep on going, bro this shit ain't fair
I want you in my bed
But not right now, baby, I'm doing shit
This two toned forty on my side came with a cooling kit
I'm bout to take it back 2005 like Ludacris
And Danny told me he was selling, but he was using it
They showed his body at the wake, I ain't even view that shit
Cause sometimes I be looking at corpse, I don't know who it is
Baby, come wind for me, ah
Baby, come wind for me, ah
I keep it mellow like Lala
Shorty you don't know your father
I said baby, come wind for me, ah yeah
Wind for me, yeah
I know you going through some hard times, but it doesn't matter
Whatever happened to Abada
Whatever happened to my dawg
You told me it's for life, then you leaped, like a frog
And little did I know you're for the street, oh my god
Hooping at the Tenney, nobody there, just me and Rod
I feel like I'm Zic the way I step in my Yeezy pods
You going against the greatest team in the world, nigga, that's a easy loss
Nigga tried ratting on my mans, now he gotta pay the cost
Nigga tried ratting on my mans, nigga, this ain't YSL
I ain't had no shorty or no friends, I was all by myself
Nigga tried to tell me what to do, but I ain't have no help
It's kinda hard to make it, nigga, peep the cards that I was dealt
It's kinda hard to make it, everybody got they situations
My uncle b got married, I ain't even get no invitation
And I ain't with that politics or presidential litigation
The last thing that Scotty ever told me, Benny you gonna make it
Remember we was kids and we was free styling in the basement
But now we trying to run it up and take this shit to different places
But I wish you was here so we could ball like the Las Vegas Aces
Man I wish you were here so we could ball like the Milwaukee Bucks
Fief getting busy in the gym, my boy a ocky f*ck
I would've made it out my city, but I ran out of luck
I want you, in my bed
For one night
But you might line me up, I keep my gun tight
She getting scared, she heard them bullets that's the drum line
I walk around with no regrets I live a fun life
But I can't lie girl, I be thinking bout you sometimes
Well maybe more than sometimes
Okay it's maybe more than sometimes
Well yea it's maybe more than sometimes
And I got tight, I seen you hanging out with drunk guys
That nigga couldn't suffer nowhere man my unc tried
But it didn't work out in the end
And I could here em right now saying keep on going, Ben
My mind and body feel the same, but my heart been feeling different
Put a bad bitch on a yacht, she loom like London Tipton
I be tryna give advice but niggas never listen
And don't be stressed about your life, the shits already written
I be with my real rights, y'all niggas live in fiction
They got a pick of me when you search drippy in the diction