Scarface Video (MV)

See I'm self made, now I'm well paid
Snake me I make hell raise
School for me, was like serving three
So I broke out with my cellmates
Rich kids use to piss me off
Private girls want to get me off
I murder beats, and I'm off the leash
So don't step to me and don't set me off
No silver spoon
Second hand clothes and a bag of goon
Nightmare thoughts in a broken room
See f*ck your raps when I bring the doom
Never woke up in a high school blazer
Every single day I was beat by a hater
Couldn't rub two cents, couldn't hold paper
Now when I step in the booth I slay ya
I'm a superstar, I'm like Lucifer
I burn my city streets in a supercar
I talk bare chat, I talk bare bars
I bring war today like I'm Boudicca
Make the crowd feel the energy
Set off all my enemies
Girl keen with that chemistry
Now I'm everything that you'll never be

Praise the lord, he won't save you
Praise the lord he won't save you, nah
Praise the lord, he won't save you
Praise the lord he won't save you, nah
Praise the lord, he won't save you
Praise the lord he won't save you, nah
Praise the lord, he won't save you
Praise the lord he won't save you, nah

Black on black, that's a fact
Working every f*cking day, bitch you slack
Kill the track, send it back
Blow my city, putting Brissy back up on the map

Samurai sword I'm the shogun, oh son
Thor with the words, lightning, no slow son
Wrestle these bars on the beat hulk hogan
Bust through the game, like a worn out trojan
They could never stand what I do
So I ran with the crew
Then I sneeze on the beat like ya man got the flu
These punchline bars now the hand got a bruise
Still they sleep on the kid like the fam gotta snooze
But I aint gonna lose, cause I'm gaining the views
And I'm raining the booze, getting flame in the booth
With the game in a noose, so they claiming a truce
While your girl being filth and she sending me nudes
Run with a crew, I just run with the truth
I would rather be dead with the best I could do
When I am blue, I'm still better than you
So respect what ill do, or ill sleep with ya boo

Praise the lord, he won't save you
Praise the lord he won't save you, nah
Praise the lord, he won't save you
Praise the lord he won't save you, nah
Praise the lord, he won't save you
Praise the lord he won't save you, nah
Praise the lord, he won't save you
Praise the lord he won't save you, nah

Black on black, that's a fact
Working every f*cking day, bitch you slack
Kill the track, send it back
Blow my city, putting Brissy back up on the map