Nigga Please Video (MV)

You know I'm f*ckin' retarded
Live and die for this shit
Nigga please, niggas is mini me's
Your crew is just 10 of me
Can't rid of me, we up like the Genevieves
Still moving so timidly
Cause niggas seem to wanna diminish me
When they can't match the energy
Don't be pissed at me cause you ain't in tune spiritually
(Yea, you finna see, finna see)
Bitch do you look like my kid? Ain't no dollars hoe
You gotta see the God in me or you gotta leave, get off the boat
F*ck what you post, do they follow you in real life
You don't wanna get your bills right, you just wonder what it feel like
And that's crazy work, maybe worse
Kanye my favorite, it used to be Shady first
Mac Dre was church
I had no business f*cking all them old hoes in my teens
But I wouldn't say they was pervs
It was more like the game was served
I showed I was ready & they concurred
Basically saying my crib got nothing but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes invented
Yea and my new bitch telling me she want me to go raw up in it
And I'm thinking that she kinda meant it
To be honest with it, I'd be lying if I said I ain't the kinda nigga to go behind the picture
On some quiet shit and have your wife and kids inside the crib
Telling me how much I'm the shit
Oh, did I offend
(Nigga please)
Finna mob off in this bitch
Yea we all off in this bitch
And I'm all over yo bitch
Cause she all over this dick
With the mob off in this bitch
Yea we all off in this bitch
And I'm all over yo bitch
Cause she all over this dick
Hunnid flows, only smoke where hundreds go
Backwoods, be burning slow
Plus the kick strong on the Za
Probably need me some punters toes
No time for your comments though
Wherever I'm comin', my commas grow
I'm around ratchets and a hundred hoes
That'll have me cummin til I'm comatose
Baby, this a pit stop
You just come and go
But I thank you for coming though
Wanna cum some more, I need somethin' to smoke
And condoms, don't need no stomach growth
Imma roll outta bed, brain loader
Dank odor, hangover
Came sober then I hit the Don
Now the pain over
Can't throw up, that's just the G in me
Chase it down with the Hennessy
If you wanna smoke, we got plenty weed
I got the recipe and remedy
How I started with the finished piece
Deep pockets just in my genes
Nigga please
Just cause you don't f*ck with my enemy, don't make you a friend of me
(Nigga please)
Niggas can shut the f*ck up
Aye, we really do this shit
Whenever anything come up or go down, nigga
I'm there for the shit nonstop
(F*ck these niggas)
My loyalty ain't to shit
Nothing but this f*ckin' balloon shit, nigga
Ahh, if Shod get locked up, who there nigga
Me, with the duckets
Nigga, Kutt f*cked up
Nigga, who's here
Nigga, we makin' sevens, nigga
Nigga, I sell bricks for this shit
I hit licks for this shit
Uh, I'm the reason there are f*ckin' balloons stamped on f*ckin' bricks right now, nigga
I don't believe in nothing else but this f*ckin' balloon shit