Fixing Myself Video (MV)

I'm fixing myself, for you
I'm fixing myself
I'm fixing myself, for you
I'm fixing myself, for you
Long Nights
Dark Times
Pay the price
Falling for you
Shawty gone bling my line
Wasting time
I'm on my way to you
Can't mess with you, you a groupie
Got two girls on my call like a two piece
Hands off you cannot touch my Louis
Like bey-blade I'm gone let it rip
Got two 44's and they up on my hip
Talk down you get hit with the glick
Ice on me colder it gone make you sick
I'm trynna get up in my bag
I'm trynna get up in my bag
Louis all over my handbag
I saw the vision had to step back
I been through a lot of setbacks
Ain't got no time to get sidetracked
I just had a flashback
To me watching FlapJack
Mamma in the kitchen cooking up Flapjacks
Hoping one day I could drive a new Cadillac
If money talks I don't need words homie
They gone push you to the curb homie
They gone push you to the dirt
Do all that I can to be first
Even if I feel hurt
Get back on my feet I need to learn
Since then I took a lot of wrong turns
I Still got zip ties on my rubbers
Still making the shot when I'm smothered
Lots of love to my brothers
They always come first not last
Haters they gone try and bring up my past
But I gotta push past
I got the cash up in the stash
If 12 on your ass gotta dash