The Tone Video (MV)

You can just tell by the tone
I'm in a dangerous mode
I know it's all in my head
I feel like I'mma implode
Maybe I'm losin' the touch
Maybe I'm gettin' too old
Maybe it wasn't for me
Maybe I shoulda went home
Shit got me doubtin' myself
I never did it before
Thought I'd be poppin' by now
Shit I'm not even that close
People keep lettin' me down
Ain't nothin' new I suppose
I know I'm out on my own
I gotta move alone
'Cuz everybody I know
Gave up on their dreams a long time ago
They been sleepin' on me like pajama clothes
One day I'mma get the mail
And have a check inside the envelope
Laughin' in the end like a Navajo
Private home in Monaco
I got the vision like a monocle
How could they deny the flow
Shit is diabolical
I was with your shorty and the pussy was phenomenal
She was here for three days
I told her it was time to go
Honest though
Everything that I've written is non fiction
A lot of you should probably start workin' and stop bitchin'
I hit her with the curve but baby I'm not pitchin'
You know I got fire for real like Fred Kitchens
I wake up I take a shower
I let my hair dry in the drop top doin' 85 miles an hour
Plottin' 2020 over plates of bolognese
Sayin' she ain't boujee she just got expensive taste
Cell phone ringin'
The hotline blingin'
And I spent 2 racks for no damn reason
And I took Lake Shore the view's so scenic
The headlights beamin'
My headtop heated
It's hot like Dubai
Hot like Phoenix
They left me out to die but I'm still
I hate it when they try to give advice
'Cuz the best advice I got was never take advice
Goin' off I'm in the zone like Syracuse
Comin' at my pen I'll mothaf*ckin' embarrass you
Nothin' guaranteed took the leap without a parachute
I ain't gonna quit until I get it man I swear to you
Bitch I need big rings
For championship things
I'm tryna get my money long
Like how my dick swings
Talkin' like a starter
But you more like a sixth string
A quick fling man I f*ckin' loathe how your bitch clings
I'm just gettin' better with time
Like wine sittin' in the cellar
I'm tryna get a Learjet I'm sick of flying Delta
Back in '15 I dropped a song called Cheddar
But my family from the boot so I want fresh mozzarella
Mafia ties
You know I ride for the guys
I'm in a different league
They prayin' on my demise
I did a million streams
Really it's not a surprise
I heard a million lies
Prolly a million times
And they wonder why I'm jaded
Well let's go through it
I didn't get a deal and it wasn't 'cuz of music
They said I didn't have enough followers on the gram
I thought y'all were a record label stupid
People sayin' music doesn't hit like it used to
It's prolly cuz they signin' f*ckin' vloggers from YouTube
And really I ain't hatin'
All I'm sayin' is we know why you're wack
Leave it to me everybody that can actually rap

Somebody had to say it
Why not me
Yeah
Leave it to me everybody that can actually rap