TU on 'Em (Prod. 4th-I Riddle C) Video (MV)

I been starvin' for millenia can never settle, pyro fill my belly cuttin' up I got a pole machete
ReignCloud destiny's child, ain't no Michelle's, broke ah hell this EBT I got so I'ma sell it
F*ck dat shit, gettin' hot, people hittin' my celly I'm thinkin' they cops
You just paranoid, like nigga what the f*ck you paranoid, yeaye, yeaye yea
12 always be around (be around), I be high with the product in my pocket they might lay me in ground
Up inside Parkers officer up in here like it's his office, I'm just tryna pay that one o'six
Said I'm just tryna pay that dollar and that six cents
Got a sick scent wrapped in grocery bag, it raise my sixth sense
I be feelin' like Zeus, they treat me like Jesús, where my Hera
Haughty at times, eatin' me up, can't go like Herod, get Agrippa
Shawty get a grip a my hair-a, she'll, cherish this moment, rare across every era
Freeform lookin' like Shiva, if you into make believin', make me wear a hairnet
When I'm servin' up that baked ziti
Niggas askin' for features, I ain't keen to collab
Check my Well Fargo, f*ck it think I'ma tax
Off by slight a tad, crazy I'm Tazmanian Devil hard-headed as shovel but light as angel
Danger, whenever I enter
And fore I take the microphone I always shiver just know fear ain't the spark of these quivers
Deadly like the Zodiac, I'ma silent killer
Cardiac on my back, f*ck it turn up on dese niggas

I'ont really give a f*ck no more
(Turn up on these niggas)
These niggas got me fed up
(Turn up on these niggas)
Fed up (Nigga)
I'ont really (Turn up on these niggas)
Ok
Imma have to, (Yea Yea) Imma have to (what the f*ck)
Imma have to, Turn up one time (Turn up on these niggas)
Yea, One Time
(Turn up on these niggas)
Sicka the shit (Turn up on these niggas)
Yea yea
What the f*ck

I been doin me, niggas been feelin' offended but f*ck it
Prepared swear I'm never bluffin' wrong way they be rubbin'
When niggas patronize the Power Fade the hoes they love it
The hoop too, deuce deuce, and my eyes stay bloody
A couscous, stay in da tree, acoustic bark symphony
She wriggle like anemone when I'm up in her energy
How they move too fake, you a enemy, like Two-Face, naw neva be a kin to me
Off a couple *coughs* thinkin' I can grip the sea, grip them hips, f*ck shootin' a shot she get a clip a me
Epiphany, I been Clifford mongst these d-o-g's, a g-o-d mongst men, they thinkin' nigga please
Die as a lion I'd rather than live wit da sheep, they neck under knee
Won't let em breathe I'ma see em bleed

I'ont really give a f*ck no more
(Turn up on these niggas)
These niggas got me fed up
(Turn up on these niggas)
Fed up (Nigga)
I'ont really (Turn up on these niggas)
Ok
Imma have to, (Yea Yea) Imma have to (what the f*ck)
Imma have to, Turn up one time (Turn up on these niggas)
Yea, One Time
(Turn up on these niggas)
Sicka the shit (Turn up on these niggas)
Yea yea
What the f*ck