Different Scales Video (MV)

Yeah
In pole position, had to strip it down
Was rarely f*cking with the vision
They was feeding me the bread
Well come eleven and the water only trickle down
Needed pumpernickel wasn't f*cking with the fickle minds
This shit would get bumpy over time
If we pickle beets
They just want the hooks, got me out here fighting sickle cell
Niggas sound like crooks in front of cameras I hear crickets now
Have some art commissioned more than living off the ticket sales
You for the 'Gram
We weighing this shit on different scales
No picket fence I know we grew up on different streets
It woke me up, I know it's way more niggas counting sheep
Bouncing checks tryna slide off the counterfeit
They hella foul niggas out here playing county ball
Still Bounty soft
Shame they'll never win a Golden Globe
Some niggas only taking naps, some niggas comatose
You get 'em fired, you find out some niggas Omarosa

Yeah, Sosa been called this shit here the zoo
Multiple elephants in the room ain't nothing new
Poachers done settled in
They using sedatives too

I'm still preaching the same element
Exploring business ventures with my fellowship
Eliminated the light bulbs with no filament
You ain't in my circle if we not intimate on some level
Got dumbbells on my shoulders, I folded
Drinking Folgers these days
I talk the water 'til my clothes is moldy
Boady brought us if came down to the wire
Niggas couldn't hold me
They always talk the old you
Them niggas never know me
I never owe nobody nothing but Jon
Who cutting onions?
These days I'm all about cutting the line
Cutting through the bullshit my nigga
It's nothing to shine
It's nothing to stunt, it's nothing to rhyme
You elevating minds or you f*cking the blind
And ducking the smoke
Sup' with the swine but wanna be goat
You really just sheep
You wanna be woke
You really just sleep walked in front of me, man
What are these jokes?
Rich in spirit I won't hear it if you cunning me bro
Tried to pass these hoes the joint
They didn't want any smoke
I want to be blunt when I spit out the truth
They want me to choke, they want me to front
Ruffle feathers and then then want me to ghost
Crumble concentrates I'm rolling fo real
Sand trapping I won't shorten my stroke