Ceiling Video (MV)

I'm stackin' to the ceiling, to the roof
And then I crack a seal and, pour in a duce
Have you ever had that feeling, of f*cking doom?
Now I'm dealing with these demons in my brain in my doom (in my brain)
I've been stepping since a baby, I was f*cking up the womb
Bad lil' ladies in Mercedes and they're on me tryna groom me
Let him cook he's snitchin', he a rat, ratatouille
Caught him in the kitchen lackin', got two macs I love my duallies
Two macs, I pull up then I crash (woah)
Crackin' seals up off the wocky then I splash (splash, ye)
I don't got no time for haters they gon' flash (woah, woah)
You better fix your f*cking face or it'll get smashed (or it'll get, ye)
The demons in my head tell me keep goin' (goin', goin')
It's snowin', inside my bank account it's drippin' yeah, it's overflowing
You don't know what I'm stowin' I got this, 4 and it's blowing
On my name I'm crackin' bullets to these jams
I don't know how you know, I don't know where you're at
Got'em confused, got'em like where'd you go?
Got'em like, where're you at?
Got a bad bitch on her tippy toes, sneakin' out with the pack
Petty ass niggas, I don't deal with those, leave 'em straight to the past
I'm stackin' to the ceiling, to the roof
And then I crack a seal and, pour in a deuce
Have you ever had that feeling, of f*cking doom?
Now I'm dealing with these demons in my brain in my doom (in my brain)
Baby, yeah, come to my world and explore, the way I'm livin', I'm livin', yeah
Can you count the amount of f*cks that I have given?
Come over here, if you got something to say, come say it here, I'm over here
They talk, they talk
And their mouth, it be filled up with diarrhea, I can't hear every time that they talk
And please take the notice, it's always strapped up on me, just keep on walking or you're getting walked
And just like I'm a zombie, I'm off of the perc, bitch I'm out of this world bitch, I'm off of the wock
And please remain silent and shut the f*ck up it's the same, it's just how you take it is it not?
Damn, I'm in this bitch like I took an exam
I be in her cheeks like, oh, god damn
I'm keepin' it real, man I'm raw like some ham
My bread is sweet like peanut butter and jam
No swiper, no swiping, no I'm not a scam
And I'll really troll your bitch, f*ck her under the bridge in my big red boots
Like a monkey go (ee ah ou)
And their mouth, it be filled up with diarrhea, I can't hear every time that they talk
And please take the notice, it's always strapped up on me, just keep on walking or you're getting walked
And just like I'm a zombie, I'm off of the perc, bitch I'm out of this world bitch, I'm off of the wock
And please remain silent and shut the f*ck up it's the same, it's just how you take it is it not?