New Level Video (MV)

I cant go back to my old ways , Even tho i miss the old days
Did what i had to do i hustled made that score change
Bro jus pass the ball handle the rock i shoot from close range
Put myself around some winners i cant hang around wit no names
We gone take it all, Bet it all on me then I'm gone play the cards
Say i gotta show niggas the ropes so I'm jus taking charge
Raise the bar , We gone shoot a movie ima play the star
Make it far, Came from food stamps don't say we living large
I gotta grind, 24 7 days a week so i don't got the time
Gotta hustle for it got tired of seeing my momma cry
They had certain shells jus for the beef when it was taco time
Im that one that niggas called on when shit got outta line
I saved niggas, I put niggas on to this shit i swear i made niggas
Momma she was scared cause i was hangin round wit grave diggers
She know ima changed nigga, let a nigga play its belt to ass you know we spank niggas
You gotta think bigger, Keep on throwing shots but ion drink liquor
They paint pictures, Tryna act hard i swear i hate niggas
Thats not you, They say I'm top 2 but I'm not 2
Im riding for my brothers, They don't got you like i got you
Thats a fact tho, I got this shit in trap mode
I cant stop grinding til my pockets look like a fat hoes
I know niggas really in that field that like to tag toes
See boogers in that .44 mag shit gotta fat nose
My phone flying in the air so you cant reach me
Learned this on my own i swear aint nobody teach me
Bad bitches tryna freak me, They get nasty
When i aint have shit they walk right pass me
Now i got it ion show it im not flashy, Whats the point of that
Sometimes i feel like whats the point of trap
I put my all into this shit i swear its more than rap
F*ck a M cause i need more than that, She spoil me ill spoil her back
Shooters they declaring for the draft they throwing bullets like a quarterback
Its been too long, I jus gotta move on
Glock 9 put titties on that bitch she got a boob job
Times be gettin too hard, Been stressful writing new songs
No matter if im tryna make it right i always do wrong
And i don't fear no man i only fear god, I put on just for my squad
I left that block and got a job, Yea But f*ck it tho
She tryna link but ion trust it tho and she f*cked the bro so tell me, Why would i even cuff this hoe
I jus wanna blow like, Yea i need the bills like no buffalo
Who want the smoke, Ill get this shit lit like we was jumpin rope
Yea i played ball but that shit broke me when I stopped
And i almost lost my life was 17 up in that car
I been rapping since a kid in middle school that was my start
Ian stoppin till i see my name listed on that chart
And we gone go up, Make the whole world know us
I wont sign a deal I'm independent watch me blow up
Yea
I really gambled my soul, I knew niggas throwing flags before they knew bout a pole
Used to wanna drive that Honda before knew bout a rolls
I know niggas played wit sticks before they went and bought a stone
I was hurt it broke my bones, I got that call up on my phone
I couldn't even shed a tear i jus wanna be alone
I was yelling at my peers had to learn to watch my tone
I was hurting at the moment now I'm locked in in the zone
I cant go back to my old ways , Even tho i miss the old days
Did what i had to do i hustled made that score change
Bro jus pass the ball handle the rock i shoot from close range
Put myself around some winners i cant hang around wit no names
We gone take it all, Bet it all on me then I'm gone play the cards
Say i gotta show niggas the ropes so I'm jus taking charge
Raise the bar , We gone shoot a movie ima play the star
Make it far, Came from food stamps don't say we living large