Late Night Video (MV)

Keep it real wit me, keep it real wit me
Keep it real wit me, keep it real wit me
Keep it real wit me, keep it real wit me
Keep it real wit me, keep it real wit me
Keep it real wit me, always keep it real wit you
Keep that bag on me, make sure you got the bag on you
When I'm riding around on that late night
Keep the pole on me on the late night
Young nigga on the block, late night, going hard wit the pack, cuz the family gotta eat
Young nigga on top, book a flight, f*ck a car, I don't lack, I ain't tryna be weak
He don't fear the yard, he don't fear the police
Said he only fear God, gave his life to the streets
So death is the cousin of sleep, well my eyes open like the side of a Jeep
Running up the bag like a staircase, ain't never been a snitch, that's their case
Got a real homie dealing with a fed case, told him keep his head up we gone pray Quay
She f*cking off he locked away, f*ck the vows throw that away
Plead my case you looked away, I can never look at you the same
They turned they back cause of who I became, now I'm f*cking on women and don't ask her name
Then ghosting these hoes like James, cause I got power
Then take all this gas to the brain, OG sour
So you on drugs now
That nigga got you on drugs now
So depressed, got you on drugs now
She don't know how to love now
Keep it real wit me, always keep it real wit you
Keep that bag on me, make sure you got the bag on you
When I'm riding around on that late night
Keep the pole on me on the late night
When I'm riding around on that late night
When I'm riding around on that late night
When I'm riding around on that late night
Keep the pole on me on the late night
I remember them late nights, scoop after scoop of cocaine like, it would help get my brain right
(I don't even know what's wrong with me, why the f*ck do I like this shit man?)
Living that gang life, got shot and lost everything behind all that shit, you don't know what that pain like
(I lost everything I ever had f*cking with you niggas)
Some shit just ain't right, gave the wrong bitches my love
The wrong niggas my trust, I jumped on that ship and I sank twice
Hope I make it to daylight, cause I'm thinking bout hitting this block up, with this choppa til it's a grave site
(I'ma show all you niggas, don't f*ck with me)
Giving the clothes off my back, everything that I had, till I was down on my last
Put me down on my ass, I was out doing bad, took a while to shake back
Dumb bitch lied bout her pregnancy, the first seed I ever should've had
Thinking it would help keep us together, if I ever see her I'ma stretch her
Hate the fact I even ever met her, no one else could come close, but I let her
The f*ck was I doing thinking she was special, she had another nigga soon as I left her
Them old niggas I would do whatever for, that I called bro
Did me so dirty, you noticed they ain't in my pictures no more
(Had to drop niggas like a bad habit now everybody non factors)
Keep it real wit me, always keep it real wit you
Keep that bag on me, make sure you got the bag on you
When I'm riding around on that late night
Keep the pole on me on the late night
When I'm riding around on that late night
When I'm riding around on that late night
When I'm riding around on that late night
Keep the pole on me on the late night