Can't Complain Video (MV)

It's B
Man I f*cked up, I've gotta restart again
Like a Seargent typing morse code with Parkinsons
Competition towed away like the fire lanes you parking in
Passed out on the floor achy back cause this carpet thin
Let me start again time to raise the bar again
B-Millz he see the light cause that shit ain't that far from him
Cut you with my lines cause I got my rhyme scheme sharpening
Got determination cause it's in my f*cking heart and kin
Arching with my arrow its infused in my bone marrow
The road I'm on is narrow I will scare you off like scarecrows
I am like a pharaoh got some money but don't share-o
And I put on my sombrero like me gusta el dinero
I got big dreams, but I ain't get it yet
Goals for a big house, with a triple deck
Me the beat and the mic, yeah we the triple threat
And when this shit is out, you must never forget
I keep on grinding day-to-day
I keep my mind straight on the pay
This shit is like a f*cking game
Win or lose I can't complain
I can't complain
Don't fake it, keep playing no mistaking
Gonna keep flowing till my bones is cold and old and breaking
Kicking out the judge and jury ain't no room for no debating
And I heard that you got bars so I'm here patiently waiting
They say "B-Millz -" complaining and saying my name is wack
I was fifteen when I thought of it and shit, no shame in that
That is in the past, yall can kiss my ass
Plus I don't want my name to take away from the words I put on blast
I hear the beat and I'm fond of it so I just hit first base
I'm on the track and its running from me, this is not a race
If I was all about organizing Ill put you in your place
They doubt that I can actually rap, just cause of my race
Well this energy was sent to me from a different being - entity
I bend the knee and step on thee so I guess I'm the enemy
The density of ecstasy that I feel when I hit the beat
Will keep me around keep my name in your mouth you know what I'm about that's B
I keep on grinding day-to-day
I keep my mind straight on the pay
This shit is like a f*cking game
Win or lose I can't complain
I can't complain
Yo my ass hurts, its cause I'm the shit
That's a paradox but don't think too much on it
All of yall are talk boy its ad nauseam
I'll serve you a three-course meal it's my dick and balls eat 'em
I am always right no I have never left, man
Tired of my right so I switch to my left hand
My hand never cheats on me so I don't need a PET scan
And if it weren't attached to me, Id make it my best man
Mr. Flux master giving fuel that you were after
I bet I could huff a tube of glue and Hoola hoop much faster
I don't need no glasses to see through the flukes and flashers
Cause I'm the point of view and its the truth that you cant capture
I don't f*ck with rap they flushed the music through the crapper
I'm confused you choose to lose but whose the crews new master
I open your mind and then induce a gruesome fracture
Cause I broke through and brewed a stew of all you stupid rappers
I keep on grinding day-to-day
I keep my mind straight on the pay
This shit is like a f*cking game
Win or lose I can't complain
I can't complain