Coach Doors (feat. Brinson Swann) Video (MV)

Yea
Mic Check
1-2-1-2
Can you hear me
Yea
What's up Blk
Yea
Haha
Let's get it
2019 I'm coming for ya
Uh
From dreaming
To living
Stood out
Never fit in
Peanutbutter seats in the Benzo
Stack my cream don't need friends hoe
And we work so hard
To come this far
And we work so hard
Just to be the stars
I see myself pulling up in the benz
In the company of a couple of friends
Couple bad bitches
Couple of M's
I can see myself still on the grind
People screaming out Will all the time
I can see myself doubling ends
Instead of making them meet
Hit up my fam then take 'em to eat
I can see myself in Miami Beach with DJ Khaled saying I got the keys
To the Rolls
Young player open up Coach Doors
Not a place where we can't go
Where we won't go
Got my bros and they all gone roll
This is Florida's Finest baby where them boys don't fold
Give a f*ck about those who oppose
It is what it is
I can't make it more simple than this
Vision vivid I can see the bigger picture within
It all started with a beat, rap, pad and a pen
Listen
From dreaming
To living
Stood out
Never fit in
Peanutbutter seats in the benzo
Stack my cream don't need friends hoe
And we work so hard
To come this far
And we work so hard
Just to be the stars
I got L's trying to turn them to W's
No telling what he would do
But I'd never sell my soul
Gotta tell the devil hit the road
And make sure that door don't hit you when you go
And make sure that boy don't hit you with the flow
Cause it's hot
But really I can make that shit cold on spot
Don't worry Imma make my shit known
I can see it like the story's been wrote
From dreaming
To living
Stood out
Never fit in
Peanutbutter seats in the benzo
Stack my cream don't need friends hoe
And we work so hard
To come this far
And we work so hard
Just to be the stars
I can see myself out of the struggle
Matter of fact Imma see myself out of the struggle
Got a lot going on good thing I can juggle
And that boy moving weight trying to beef up the muscle
Got Blk on my line trying to keep up the hustle
Yea that boy said it's time so just try not to fumble
On the goal line like Zeke man nobody can touch him
I adjust to the blitz so nobody can rush him
I can see my mama up in the hills
I can hear people asking me how does it feel
Knowing I kept it real
Made it without a deal
I'm an Eastside soldier just out on the field
I can see myself at my high school reunion
Hopping out of foreign whips rocking a cuban
We all linked up
And the bag secured like it's in a Brink's truck
Only have to see it once
To believe we have won
From dreaming
To living
Stood out
Never fit in
Peanutbutter seats in the benzo
Stack my cream don't need friends hoe
And we work so hard
To come this far
And we work so hard
Just to be the stars