Trust Me Video (MV)

A wise man once told me"No need to worry about the game""Stay persistent, keep your head up, it'll lead to fame""No need to be anxious about none of that shit""It'll work out so long as you just keep sticking to it"
Whether I believe that or not isn't relevant
But that don't really matter, all I know is stick to a small regiment"Keep your homies close and keep your enemies even closer"
But that's a lie, when they get close you'll feel a weight on your shoulder

It's easy to assume everyone's out to get you
But you gotta learn they the ones that'll help you get through anything going on in your life
Whether that be basic stress, someone died, or a damn divorce with your wife
But moving on from all the gloomy shit
New projects coming to take you by your feet, give you the zoomies
Shit, possibly make you add it to your liked and play my shit on repeat till you fall asleep at night
Maybe I'll be lucky and I'll get a thousand plays
It would take forever but I'm patient, that's okay
I just wanna make it in this motherf*cking game
Call me Meek cause I'm so hungry for it, head in pain

And if I make it I wanna give thanks
To the person that showed me my dreams don't gotta be blank
Give the story real quick then I'll switch it up like relay
Talking bout my homie Lp, he was a gateway

Once on call I asked him if he"knew how to freestyle"
He said"no" but he tried and he had a gift and showed me new styles
I adapted and we started releasing
If it wasn't for him I would not be lyrically preaching
And I wanna thank my boy T
GYB he started making music way before me
But the first few songs I made were with him
They gave me the experience to cook in the kitchen
Like KFC it's finger lickin

But onto a more important topic
Quick explanation on why the game is rotten
99% of y'all ride trends and make the same songs that every single person did
Then you get surprised when you just a one hit wonder
Gotta be creative if you wanna have the thunder
You cannot be lazy and can't let your mind go wander
That's how you fall in a hole that you can't get out of
Trust me

Trust me no rushing or crushing dreams to where the mental wound is gushing and buzzing
I need some hushing to focus on what I'm writing otherwise I can't do nothing
I'm shutting the door to a hatch and fill that shit with stuffing
Swear to god I'm good for nothing, good at debunking negative theories
And hunting all the f*ckers that's weary
And grunting when I wake up on a new day
Clearly it's gloomy and weary in my mental but I'm always cheery
Trust me