S.D.T.R. Video (MV)

More bars then I know what to do with
For more hits than Mayweather's two fists
Get your head spun like a spider web
I plain kill like I pilot a fighter jet

So im putting em to sleep, not a good night
Running shit like nikes on Suge Knight
I feel like a slump god rocking this ski mask
Break in and look for the green, weed maps

We'll light up your room, disco ball
Still we live so raw as if there is no law
So just watch how you move, tip toe y'all
Or i'll whip this brick and let it hit yo jaw

They run im crazy
Like alcoholics they take shots daily
Doesn't really faze me or break me lately
When they pop like champagne, im raw as the eighties

Still feeling like a morbid writer
Burning more tree than a forest fire
And took more shots than a war survivor
While im f*cking two fans up on your recliner

And eating the cat its lunch time
While im up in a dime one plus nine
So enjoy the high as I crush lines
Or get punched while you wait for the punchline

Cuz they sweeter than cinnamon, killing em
So they can never spit again cuz im tired of all the trash
That I been hearing, the real are here again so they disappearing
And fearing that my foot is gunna end up in they ass

With no vaseline, ice cube
Im known as that quite rude white dude
I couldn't spit wack even if I tried to
I stay laced up when kicking shit like Liu

Kang, I invite you to take a knife to that box
You think inside of and slice through then climb out
And feel inspired cuz when you put your mind to rhymes
What you find might surprise you

Bars were on the decline and I knew it
Couldn't spit heat if they dedicated there life to it
Thinking im stupid cuz im not into a hyped movement
Feeling like I might lose it if I hear this tired music

One more time when im driving its driving me nuts
Actually I dont give a f*ck
Im gonna do what I do and stay true to my brand
So respect it or I dont want you as a fan

God damn
Get with the plan or get left
Been feeling like one of the best, they upset
Cuz my metric for success is the respect

So gimme a check, check, one, two who's next?
Nothing less than obsessed, stress, death then rest