SMD Video (MV)

Everytime I touch a track I'm speaking facts and thats a fact
People love to do u bad and then get mad when u react
People love to call my phone when they need help dont hit my jack
I was givin u my hand but now I gotta turn my back on you
But damn its kinda sad
I showin people love and they was showin me they ass
I was showin too much love and now my heart turned black
I aint want shit but some love couldnt even gimme that (f*ck em)
Money never make me or break me I never cherished it
Grown men beefin wit lil kids that shit
Embarrassin
Take shit to da grave before I tell u imma bury it
How u tryna tell me bout my shoes and u ain't wearin em
Like cmon lets be serious
I tried to let you niggas live but f*ck that I aint sparin em no more
Whats ya resume i'm curious
I really put the work in for dis shit it wasn't inherited
I really put my all into this they wasnt hearin it
Aww shit
Guap u on that boss shit
Too good to be true i'm on some meek and on some ross shit
It cost to be the boss im some tryna pay that cost shit
Tryna tell me what im doin wrong like u aint on some flawed shit
U stupid if u cross him
U niggas too damn old to still be movin on some soft shit
U had it but u lost it
I tried to keep it thurl but niggas cooked me im exhausted
U said u want da smoke I hope u ready for dat coffin
(Hope you ready for it real talk)
And dont ask me bout dat glock u know I stay wit it
And dont ask me bout nobody u dont see me hangin wit
Them motherf*ckas know they made they bed they gotta lay in it
Bro know that switchy come wit FED time but he still sprayin it
You know these bitches be for everybody why would u claim da bitch
Im in da road to da riches right now
So if u wit me buckle up you know we bouta take dis trip im goin crazy
(God damn Guap u goin crazy on this shit nigga)
Aww shit
Guap u on that boss shit
Too good to be true i'm on some meek and on some ross shit
It cost to be the boss im on some tryna pay that cost shit
Tryna tell me what im doin wrong like u aint on no flawed shit
U stupid if u cross him
U niggas too damn old to still be movin on that soft shit
U had it but u lost it
I tried to keep it thurl but niggas cooked me im exhausted
And dont ask me bout dat glock u know I stay wit ok
And dont ask me bout nobody u dont see me hangin wit
Them mfs know they made they bed they gotta lay in it
You know these bitches be for everybody why would u claim da bitch
Bro know that switchy might just send em to da FEDS
Iont even tell em to be safe im tellin bro stay dangerous