So Much More (feat. 44 Bird) Video (MV)

Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah uhh
Ohh aye
Writing all these records might as well call me Guinness
I want all my money bitch I'm moving like Scottie Pippen
Smoking purple in the rain just like how Prince did
On the company roof standing on-
Yeah
My own 2 feet
Tryna block the bitches playing but they on they knees
Treating me like Sega Genesis games, keep blowing me
F*ck the world, temptation got a hold of me
I'm just keeping it real I ain't a wannabe, I
Prefer to be the man in the mirror
Nowadays most dudes behind curtains they ain't real
I was conflicted focused on girls and bills
Threw some pennies in the fountain, wished for material
What I should've done is throw my ego on the shelf
Swimming in lust and wealth made me rust in the well, I
Had to kill myself just to rebuild myself
I've been living well with the gang in the citadel
They say Mac rolling deep so you should send a Dell
Ooh,
Now I'm posted on the block
Aye,
MVP on the field
Moving with no deal I ain't signing less a mil
My soul ain't for the taking, middle
Finger towards satan I'll die on that hill
If you on the other side you must be high as f*ck
Pupils dilating still
My mind on the mils
Prayed for all this knowledge 'cause I'm really not tryna get killed
Truthfully I rather move silent and realer
The words that come out really mine ain't no filter
Betted on myself, MJ no Thriller
I'm like Bruce Wayne with no filter
Why? 'cause
When I'm spitting on the mic I'm a killer
Yeah,
All up in that pussy you could say that I'm a killer
Long Live Mac Miller
Ain't Michael Jackson but my life is a thriller
I got a trap soul like my name Bryson Tiller
Imma shoot the lights out like I'm Reggie Miller
I'm all about my bucks like I'm Damian Lillard
You could not see it but the picture getting bigger
Like there's so much more to life
There's so much more to rap
I got a couple reasons that I'm loading up my gatt
This bitch a temptation her ass is too damn fat
I might just fall in love if she throw that pussy back
I can't trust a hoe only God got my back
I'm working so hard just to make it with these raps
I hit you up last year but now you calling back
Because my money up and your old man was wack
I'm with all the smoke I'm treating life like a pack
If this life was a game you would probably think I hacked
The streets could break your heart but life still goes on
If I won't open up then I will on this song
Looking back at what happen I don't know what went wrong
I'm really breaking hearts like Comme des Garçons
Shit got me getting higher like I was Cheech and Chong
I'm really in the trenches like I was Viet Cong
I got reasons
Million reasons
Why to take a life, yeah
I got reasons
Million reasons
Please stop asking why, bitch
Got a couple sacks in the mail
Praying that my dog get bail (yeah)
Looking mad your wife got railed (bitch)
How you plug with no scale
All these other rappers so frail
Comparing me and you is like a fish to a whale (hoe)
I'm spitting more bars then a jail
She on my dragon balls like I'm Nail (yeah)
I don't even check my email (nah)
You could come see me in person 'bout the smoke you'll get inhaled
Bitch!