San Andreas Video (MV)

After 5 years on the east coast... it was time to go home...
(Welcome to Los santos airport) Sup, Carl it's sweet, Sup sweet what you want, it's momma... she's dead bro
Aw shit...Here we go again
Gotta find my zen
Gotta find my pen somewhere locked up in my head
Kinda like the friends who done blowed in the wind
We gone start em off fresh I guess
You could Catch me in the basement, tryna find my placement, condo kinda spaceous, kinda like a spaceship
That I don't have
But I don't wish it
Track 12, love yourz, pay attention
You put forth no effort and you expect different
You want more in your head, you was blessed with it
You ain't better off dead you just depressed
You gotta find that button and you need to press it
Because I know you got potential
Everywhere you go them eyes is following you
Feel you wanna stop after all that you been through
But if you stop you won't ever see the venue
That you been grinding for
And you still hungry I can see it in your eyes fasho
Just another step promise you gonna reach that diamond, gold
In the wrong direction you gone spiral down the rabbit hole
But don't even think about it cus We'll smoke that purple haze then we'll all forget about it
You wanna ride the wave? then you Better get up on it cus that bitch gon reach the shore and it's gon crash on everybody, F*ck
It's funny when I think of it, Always been so nice but on the mic I be belligerent
Only hit it once maybe twice then I get rid of it
Do that shit despite if it's right or it's forbidden
And who's this asshole?
The names Carl Johnson, sir... before working with Mr. Rosenberg, here, I had the pleasure of doing business with your son, Joey, back in Liberty City
You know my Joey? I like that... so kid what can I do for you?
Well, Ken'll vouch for me I'm a straight killer
Oh! One man f*ckin army! Uh, uh, real dependable... total f*ckin maniac too!