night shift Video (MV)

Twelve a.m. cant sleep
One a.m. cant sleep
Two a.m. cant sleep
Three a.m. cant sleep
Four a.m. finna roll me a j, get a beat from Nate then work
My young nigga been making that cake, young niggas been putting in work yuh
One finger make it purr
Two bills Okane making per
Feature, per f*cking verse
Eater, told her do her worst
Put my name on a song, its up
Put my name on a chain wassup
Nigga that gang you claim is f*cked
And my chains don't hang, they tucked
She wanna suck it, i let her go
I ain't her dad, cant tell her no
I need the cash, when i was broke
She want a bag, i want a pole
He wanna drag, i want the smoke
She want a tag, but i don't post
Im finna crash, off of this dope
She finna crash, off of that coc
I did the dash, got in that mode
Take me a X, bet i could float
I send a text, i get her throat
I send a text, they at ya throat
I been the best, already know
Bitch im up next, lower ya tone
I got the tek, he got the chrome
Bitch im in Vet, not De Garcon
Shit get treach, don't get caught alone
Life is a mess i can't fix on my own
Wish i was dead but im still in that mode
Thoughts in my head that i can not control
Dick make the bitch stay loyal
Dick make her wanna stay home
F*ck her 'till i get recoil
Switch positions, give her the bone
Wont make it home
Talking through a f*cking phone
Not alone, mob ties, Al Capone
Roll up a j, get lost
Roll up, a - roll up a mug f*ckin cone
Ne want a verse, it cost
Ain't finna give you the work alone
She put that dick in her jaw
She on a diet, balls and bone
Black friends call it high, my white friends call it getting stoned
Green out till i die, i feel better when i can't feel at all
Commit suicide, i don't wanna be alive at all
I don't even try, and some how, im not missing at all
Still take my time, but i ain't never gone take that off
Twelve a.m. cant sleep
One a.m. cant sleep
Two a.m. cant sleep
Three a.m. cant sleep
Four a.m. finna roll me a j, get a beat from Nate then work
My young nigga been making that cake, young niggas been putting in work yuh
One finger make it purr
Two bills Okane making per
Feature, per f*cking verse
Eater, told her do her worst
Put my name on a song, its up
Put my name on a chain wassup
Nigga that gang you claim is f*cked
And my chains don't hang, they tucked