New Sword Video (MV)

I won't
Be here when the madness balance out the hazards
Salary on the up, and my cup is leaking acid
Facts
I be taxing when they plastic and not in my bracket
I'm racking and packing stacks up

Laughing to the teller at the bank
They acting like a muhf*cka but they acting zealous and
I'm passing em with colors
Half of em not my f*cking brothers
Half can catch a f*cking slug
I bag when I tag
The rap game is mad f*cking stagnant

Niggas like pageants
Now I'm the one for lavish
But none for none you bastards
You babble and you tattle on ya self
What a self-centered asshole

Bougie like the mindstate of Gucci-wearing primates
Cooler than the cryogenically frozen crime face, Mr Freeze
I do this with ease so eff you g
I ooh la la la like the refugees
And then I shoot my shot
On that Lionel Messi
While I skate through my block hair flying all directions
250 on my wrist
That ain't a lot
Two 50's on my hip
That bring the cops
Move quickly through the shit and spot the opps
I been building out the gut like my pops
Had a feeling life sucked but I dropped it, stopped it
Dead it in it's tracks
Then I shot the damn pilot
One is red
One is black
One is violet

Once you've learned to read you will be forever free
Once you've learned to see you will always be seen
Once you've learned to be you will never fear again
I've been down I look up
There's enough in my cup

Once you've learned to read you will be forever free
Once you've learned to see you will always be seen
Once you've learned to be you will never fear again
I've been down I look up
There's enough in my cup

Once you give away you will never run low
Confined to fill time
It's a mind-blow

Once you get a sign you must always see the road
Dirt clumping underside of the world stone cold
I done been here many times, many lives even though
I can't see why we have given up control
Rex seemed to think it would stem from the soul
But I see the beast as the force in control
Of the codes for the people given to em untold
I see the slow decay of the y-o-u-t-h
On my soul
Cause once they get the guns they will never have aim
I was like Drake on my nothing was the same
I was like the Wu but I never lost the juice
Tang
Made a lot of promises to never gangbang
What if niggas down the block talked to niggas west side?
(West side)
Would it stop? I don't know
I got a white girl calling it a juicy cock, I let it slide
When I saw that ass pop, nigga I was hypnotized
She changed my mind with our last stop in New York
You were vague, so tell me about the time
I like it blunt, like some rude force
Tell me what you'd do for it
Baby I could kill for it
Cut it with this new sword