Inside Video (MV)

Look me in my eyes you can tell I'm off a pill
But I'm still here for you in spirit still
When no one else was there for you for real
I might as well not even tell you how I feel
'Cause me and the money connect
Like some Siamese twins
I use to worry 'bout rent
Now I really got the ends
I don't need nobody else
Except money and my friends
'Cause people be hating, disguising
They just want to play pretend
You don't got to try, no
You don't got to lie, no
This shit it was easy man
I can do this shit with my eyes closed
Demons come and try to take my life
All my chakras stay aligned
So don't make me change my mind
Homie, I don't wanna homicide
I just wanna roll my weed and ride
Please don't make it harder to survive
'Cause I just got back from a tour, I'm tired
Bitch, Yeah I'm already dead inside
Smoking weed with no pesticides
So it's really strong and I'm really high, yeah
So wavy I could rip a tide, yeah
Believe dis now I want everybody fi in dis
Get lively now ah
All the party people in di place let's get up and rock
And shock
Moving 'cause of homeboy killa dey ah tonight
Put ya lights up in di area
Seen? Woah!
All these doubters out here trying to spoil the plan
I'm still learning what it's like to be the man
I can't f*ck with petty bitches on the gram
'Cause her only fans are on her OnlyFans
Losing the value of morality
It's sad to see that it is happening
I'm writing this while shorty fappin' it
I'm laughing and smacking it
Ha, yeah
I can't be happy bitch f*ck it I'm ignorant
I can't be serious time is my enemy
I don't need stimulants I got the energy
Judge me by my music not by my pigment, bitch
Look me in my eyes you can tell I'm off a pill
But I'm still here for you in spirit still
When no one else was there for you for real
I might as well not you how I feel, dawg
I might as well not you how I feel inside
I think about home a lot
I miss f*cking with my squad
I traveled with nothing, bitch
Now that nothing's all I got
Shouts to mama for my strength
I done put up with a lot
I don't mind it though it cool
'Cause at least I ain't doing rock
And I done told you this before
It's way too hard to be grateful
When your checks come through the door
And you wanna stunt on your haters
It's way too hard to be humble
So I'm a critic assassin
I went to GT classic
From a Jetta that was slow as molasses
Bitch, I'm lit and I'll say it again
Yeah, I'm lit huh
I like the bitch part though
Yeah, bitch I'm lit
Bitch, bitch I'm lit
Bitch I'm lit, Bitch I'm lit
Yeah, yeah
Riding through the city like oh my god I got this
Your girl is watching and she on my cockpit
I'm fly I just smoke that pack I'm high
I can touch the sky where you not
You a ostrich, yeah that is the option
Oh yeah
Higher, higher
Let's get higher baby
Lit, lit
Get higher, higher, higher
Oh, baby
Lit, lit, lit
With a fool
Let's get high come get high with a fool, lit
We can get it we can ride we can do it
Yeah
Yeah yeah, hey