Escape. Video (MV)

I don't really think you bout your shit in the past tense
F*ck a nigga up and hand his momma the ashes
Yeah I'll admit I'm a prick, I'm a bastard and that's the only way you'll ever get to a bag bitch
To f*ck on a bad bitch, my mind go too savage
Too loud, too dramatic, f*ck your theatrics
Can tell that you practiced, life too traumatic
I get it, I got it, I'm gone out the door by the morning
When I wake up f*cked up, how the f*ck I'm still drunk, bezzy calm the loud thoughts
Tippin' finna throw up, can't get any lower
I ain't finna roll up for you and your pussy ass friends
Back seat of the benz, only seeking revenge, eyes shut let the shadows creep inside of my blood
All the tears and drama I can't keep up, compose yourself and hop up out the mud
Prayin' wrist gon' get flooded, abundant, reserved not reluctant
F*ck judgement in the heart of corruption my mind been filled with adjustments
Can't see the vision bitch I ain't been consultin'
Sin and indulgence, f*ck my opponent and f*ck your opinion
Silhouettes in my peripheral vision, hauntin' effects of how I've been livin'
Smoke another jay for Inspiration, new destination, pain becomes the placement and I ain't even gotta say shit
I'm bout my shit and I'm bout it right now, I wish I could back out but Imma get black out and blow someone's back out and get right back here to partake in some lit sounds
My eyes lookin' lit now
Light f*ckin' stage up, moshpit to a rager, take it to the face ya, this music our escapin'
Screaming in silence, lungs full of hybrids, don't come at me if you ain't turnt you wylin'
We all prone to violence, who the f*ck is you tryin' I got one goal in mind it gon' end with you dying
Relyin' on the kindness of that nigga you despising, advertise what I'm supplyin' in the wake of the defiant
Got that shit down to a science, if we crashin' I'm the pilot
Say you cash in I don't buy it, say you bout it think you lyin'
I don't really think you bout your shit here and now, bitch talking loud and she ain't hear me out
Times form our sound and how we end up in the ground
Bass drowned out the crowd and so did smokin' out that pound
Light f*ckin' stage up, moshpit to a rager, take it to the face ya, this music our escapin'
Light the f*ckin' Light the f*ckin' Light the f*ckin' stage up
Moshpit to a, Moshpit to a, Moshpit to a rager
Take it to the, Take it to the, Take it to the face
This music our, This music our, This music our escapin'