Black Out (feat. Elephant) Video (MV)

So this the shit you gonna listen to up in your parent's living room
I wish that I was kidding you when I say that I'm split in two
The music I keep giving you reflects the shit that I'm in to
So I hope in a year or two that I could maybe pay my dues
Asking who the f*ck are you, I'll argue that I am that dude
Come around me I'll raise the temperature like I'm frying food
I barely get any views so f*ck I'm in a shitty mood
F*ck I gotta stop swearing get screwed I never mentioned you
Get it how you live it boy I went and f*cking did it boy
Grabbed life by the nuts the last thing I'ma be is timid boy
F*ck the race I did the war and won it with a perfect score
Tinted windows, lifted doors, Lamborghini Aventador
Shiiiit- think I'm burning out, put the fire out
I start crying out "call the firehouse!"
Might die without flying out
Across the globe to buy it out
We're going out and rolling out
So many f*cking songs I don't know the count
You'll go with out, I'm holding out
And now I think I might explode from below the belt, cause bitch I'm back

Back on the track and I'm already coming with the facts, I'm back
Back on the map and I got twenty bitches throwing ass
I'm back
Whatchu call this shit? A rap oh yeah that's that
I'm the quarter back, get sacked so fast you collapse in the grass on your ass

Cop that Maybach in straight cash
Money bands grippin like a thick
Bitch in yoga pants
J.G. tossing touchdowns, spiral tighter then Gisele's ass
Bottle service at the Ritz, we f*cking with that high class
Caught that dream in my cup I mixed it up and made a splash
Too much money got me itching, shit is like a f*ckin rash
Whip cost me a fortune, banging white lines off the leather dash
Got a big house in the hills and all we pop is bottle caps
Elephant on the track, best believe this shit will slap
Run up in the trap, AK-47 on the shoulder strap
Grab the stash and that's a wrap, hit the kitchen for a snack
Out in thirty seconds, drop the curtain like a final act
Cup in hand I'm always sipping, pop a pilly got me tipping
Give a bitch that good dick, get her like a leaky faucet drippin
So wet but we never slipping, never quitting
J.G. be the MJ, just call elephant the Scottie Pippen

Back on the track and I'm already coming with the facts, I'm back
Back on the map and I got twenty bitches throwing ass
I'm back
Whatchu call this shit? A rap oh yeah that's that
I'm the quarter back, get sacked so fast you collapse in the grass on your ass