Zoning In Video (MV)

Hop in a whip to do what I do best
Coming to collect your debt, with a bullet proof vest
Better pass them J's, to add to the check
I keep it low key with a loud pack, zoning in just leave me be with a soundtrack
Ever since K-I-D, I was viewed as an outcast

Writing out rhymes, in the back of the class
Was thinking about the ways I could outclass, out shine any single one of my peers, yeah
Start to thread the ideas, woah
Learn to cultivate the lyric, so I can start the art, to fuel the ark, to help the fear disappear from my mental
I ain't really looking for shit, just pass the credentials, pushing this weight like an anvil
Walk to the stu with a couple of bands in the envelope
Keeping a handful of sluts on the down low
This is the way, I can not complain tho
My sights never sway, let's bring out the akimbos
Add the double shots into the cup, until my brain blows, yeah
Double the time until I'm dying, I been the one since birth
All I had to do was dig deep down to unearth my talent to find my real worth
Spill my verse to quench my thirst for the music shit
Just watch me work in a blood speckled shirt and hop out the blue like who's this kid
The after effects of CQB, the only competition is me
Leave them all dead on scene, do not f*ck up this scheme
This the only way I see to keep the peace in reach and have my family feasting for generations
Add a Millie on top that motivation
Just a pen and a microphone, on the come up of the nation
F*ck the ladder, I'm impatient, straight to the head decapitation
Gotta go get it by any means, in the meantime I have bills to pay, so I need that cash in full, motherf*cker

Hop in a whip to do what I do best
Coming to collect your debt, with a bullet proof vest
Better pass them J's, to add to the check
I keep it low key with a loud pack, zoning in just leave me be with a soundtrack
Ever since K-I-D, I was viewed as an outcast

Cutting 'n building these records like an effigy, let's see how long they'll outlast
Rising to the top of the food chain, no one in my lane to block that
We are not the same, I got the blood dripping down to the drum pad
Step to the ring, let's drop the bling and leave the team and fist fight mano y mano
The four bare knuckles ignite the match with the first strike, follow it up with a left right, right left, lights out caught cold, took a hot minute to find my zone
But i'm back now never slack now, only focus on moving it forward, i'm keeping it going, the whole team dreaming of wipping in foreigns
Up too late, I'm high, we keep on soaring, pushing the thread of the envelope on the throttle of the DeLorean Ain't no way in hell there's a mortal alive that can tell when the story ends, reverse the 2:18 to begin it again Restart the car we'll run it again
Hope to see you again on the other side friend