Moral Of The Story Video (MV)

Tryna give all the hope that I can
Tryna tell mama that her boy became a man
I made sacrifices
Moved across the country
Told my mama she ain't got to worry about me
Every time I'm on the phone, I talk to pops about girl problems
Had to leave that girl alone, I swear that bitch, she traumatized me
Mentally, physically, I swear I'm so drained
Mentally, physically, I'm in so much pain, oh
Don't know if it wears off, it's so many curve balls
Got so much designer, nigga, I can't even wear it all
Have you ever had people look at you so different
Cause you doing shit, these niggas, yeah, they couldn't have predicted for you
Now all these niggas, they be hatin' on you
Couldn't be me, I wanted to see them win too
Moral of the story
They talk about you behind doors
And when it rain, it pours
Then they gon' judge some more
I get this weird feeling, can't explain it
Brain start to bangin
How my people see me is a strong black man
But the others think I'm dangerous
Plot twist, bitch, I'm educated and I'm famous
Told my people they can visit me whenever and it's on me
We got lamb chops, it used to be some cold bologna
Went to Walmart, we used to get them f*ckin' Tonys
I can have infinite money and still be lonely, lonely
But they don't understand that
It be the ones you love, they just gon' stab you in your back
I love all my niggas, I just have to tip my hat to them
Always tell the truth because I'll never sit and cap to them
That ain't me
Uh
That ain't me, that ain't me, that ain't me
Same page, different message
Somethin' bout that blue, green, and pink it be my fetish
You can keep tomatoes and that squash, I want that lettuce
Don't look at me different when I'm ridin' in that Lexus
If I got it, my nigga, then you know that you got it
You got some bad soil so f*ck the trees that you be plottin
I got options, I might go to Abu Dhabi
Balenciaga stepping on these niggas, I got problems
Yeah, I got problems
I got, I got, I got problems
Yeah, I got problems
Yeah, I got problems
Moral of the story