Not A Letter Video (MV)

First things first, I'ma get to the bag
Know the rules to the game,
Bitch, I can't never lack
Got a family with needs, can't get turned to a pack
Got a brother with Bs, don't get left in the back
I'm the one with the cheese
Keep my distance from rats
If I throw them some racks, know that they catch a hat
Know the real you, you be fakin' for bitches Can't f*ck with niggas that blemish my image
I was 15, started running up digits I was barely in school, but had perfect attendance
Know I jumped in the game, give a f*ck, bout what's in it
Make a song, say my name, then I need a percentage
Tryna catch me a opp, put this Glock to his
Fitted
You can ask all the opps if I rap what I'm
Livin'
That's your hoe? Man I hit that
When i up the 4-4, better get back
Don't respond, I ain't makin' no diss track
Standin' on 10, lose a limb, get your wig splat
Movin weight, get you hit in your six pack
Been two months and you only make six racks
Give me a scale and a bag full of runtz and a day, and I promise I'll get that
On the road, I've been chasin' this cheddar
I've been changin' my life for the better
Say she leavin', I won't even sweat her
I know how it goes, these hoes change with the weather
FN's we ain't toting berettas
I been writing these songs, not a letter
Make a diss, you gon' leave on a stretcher 15 on my feet, 33 for the sweater
Thanking God, cause I guess these the better days
Tay don't fight, he gon' shoot, he a featherweight Drop a deuce in my minute made lemonade
Bro, made it home from a cell, had to celebrate
Since a young boy, I been toting on 38
Ha
I could never go broke again
We outside where he stay, tryna smoke his friend
Stick to the beef, we ain't tryna make no amends,
Mary-Go-Round all my niggas, we love to spin
I been stackin' this money, aint tryna spend
Never found love in my life til it came to my mind that i wanted some benjamins
Like Chrisean Im in love with a blue face
Shit talking, go bring me the toothpaste
Dick riding, Man you niggas is too gay
In the ground or the pound its just two ways
I beat the odds, Imma shine found a new way
Aint no game we gon shoot likes its 2K
Strapped up, Catch a opp and its dooms day
Aint beefing with shh cus that nigga a fruit cake
I aint trippin bout bitches, my shoes laced
Puttin trust in no nigga they Two-Faced
Watch ya mouth, You can die for what you say
Freak bitch, She giving neck off the Dusse
Freak bitch, She gon do what I say so
I got shooters on go on my payroll
Tell me how you gon run from a draco
Aint rocking with niggas, My bank roll
She wanna dip cus she know i got queso
We did a drill left a stain had to lay low
Heavyweight nigga, I heard that ya weight low
Glock 19 but the clip holding Tre-oh
(3-0)
30 Shots get to shooting on repeat
Put in work I aint talkin bout RiRi
Left the bitch now she claiming she need me
No movie clip but the VV's look 3D
VVS Diamonds, These niggas they see me
Got the cheese now she dont wanna leave me
Ain't talking with nigga's thats bitches I'm upping the chrome and i just let the heat speak
On the road, I've been chasin' this cheddar
I've been changin' my life for the better
Say she leavin', I won't even sweat her
I know how it goes, these hoes change with the weather
FN's we ain't toting berettas
I been writing these songs, not a letter
Make a diss, you gon' leave on a stretcher 15 on my feet, 33 for the sweater
Aint no Talkin, I walk in the booth
Made a vow i wont talk to the troops
When im talking, Im talking the truth
Got a knot full of snoop, That a knot full of blue
Up the Glock, Leave the chalk when we shoot
Giving top then that hoe get the boot
Get the drop then im back to the loot
Say my bro locked down, Beat ya ass for a soup
Free my bro in the cell he on Lockdown
Niggas grimy so i keep a Glock round
See em watching cus they know im hot now
Was bummy as f*ck im the one with the Guap now
F*ck that, Make a diss you get shot down
In detention, Still trappin, Cant stop now
Do a show on the stage Imma rock out
Go grab the pole get a f*ck nigga walked down
Youngest n Turnt ever came out the city, They know i got that shit on lock now
On the road, I've been chasin' this cheddar
I've been changin' my life for the better
Say she leavin', I won't even sweat her
I know how it goes, these hoes change with the weather
FN's we ain't toting berettas
I been writing these songs, not a letter
Make a diss, you gon' leave on a stretcher 15 on my feet, 33 for the sweater