INCOMING! (feat. Endstar & Non Solum) Video (MV)

Halos, halos (Pss)
Uhh, halos, halos (Pss)
That don't even matter to me (Pss, pss)
Naturally, um, okay, yeah, aye

I just left Manhattan for a month
Feelin like I'm trappin in the cut
That's the kinda fuel that I need for the morning
Get you where you wanna be if you want it
Damn, I could kill a wielding opponent
Done deal for my woadie
I brought umbrellas to knife fights
To distract em and stab em with bayonets
I'm runnin back on the highlights
If you got it, I got it, I got the meds
Last for a minute in firefights
And I'll fight him, I'll bitch em til I am dead
Not moving, I'm staying right here woadie
I'll pitch a hoe up like a f*ckin tent
Not trying, I'm doing for me woadie
I'll slick my hair back like a f*ckin gent
I'm crying, she feelin for me woadie
When she f*cking with others, with other man (Yeah)

That don't even matter to me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
That don't even matter to me
That don't even matter to me, uh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
That don't even matter to me
That don't even matter to me (Woah)
That don't even matter to me (Yeah, yeah)
That don't even matter to me (Woah)

I just left Queens for a month
Feelin like I'm gassin in the blunt
That's the kinda fuel that I need for the night
I won't get you where you need, on my life
Not an Uber but I'll speed to you right now
I done did so much just to get to right now
We been in a jam and I'm spreading out my life now
I could fight the feds, you ain't feelin me like Phife Dawg
R.I.P Phife, I'm getting back to the bread and the butter
I distanced myself then I put on the rubber
I don't know what's best for me, I can't decide the shit
I feel like starting a fire and writing shit
I feel like independence is a trap
I can't stand loneliness for that long, it's a motherf*cker
That's some other stuff though, Imma cut it up tho
Imma shut em up tho, Imma shut it out
Turn the light on and I cut it out
Po' at the door and I'm runnin out
Feel like I bask in my sins, I got 31 flavors
They robbing my woadie, I don't do no favors
I'm jumping the gun off like that is my major
I'm changing the game like I made Graduation
She f*cking with other mans, other mans, other mans
Other mans, other mans, other mans, ayy

That don't even matter to me (Yeah)
That don't even matter to me (Woah)
That don't even matter to me
That don't even matter to me, uh, yeah
That don't even matter to me
That don't even matter to me (Yeah, yeah)
That don't even matter to me (Yeah, yeah)
That don't even matter to me (Yeah)

Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo

Roses sat bedside, I don't let shit slide
Niggas on my side never want to ride
I done died twice yet I'm still here rolling dice
Lonely nights were a ting of the past
Man I ain't a kid, I ain't signing your broken cast
Smoking gas, first to draft
Morning cartoons went by super fast
Wanna hit up Dexter and check on his lab
Hope he don't use his shit to trap
Days gone too fast, put it on my woadie
Lurking and scouting just looking for a shorty
But ain't nobody feeling me, woadie
Ain't nobody feeling me, woadie
7pm on a Saturday drinking a 40
They ain't feeling me, woadie
They tryna get rid of me, woadie, aye
I'm tired, I'm sipping, I'm smoking
When I am this high I cannot get more potent
I'm soaking and basking my cold ass sins, whole body frozen
Wounds on my back and my shoulder cut open
Thinking bout if I could go back
Would I be this broken? F*ck

(Just a- just a- who de- who defeated by survival)
(Naturally, you f*ck with me?)
(Just a- just a- who de- who defeated by survival)