Damn Brudda Video (MV)

Aside from all the fake shit I've been through, fake friends I've been knew
Dramatics from the snakes, the lies in my mental
Son of Mack and Mickey, how dare they try to dim you
You leaving me no choice but to step up and end you
Feeding us a fantasy, you niggas mocking menus
I promise your mama a lot of flowers when we spin you
She all up in her head, the lone wolf is against you
Roger that, we coming up your hill, passing tissue
Usually I'm cool, calm, collected, but I'm pissed off
Traded in my blood for a plug, but got ripped off
Now I'm feeling stupid, woozy off of the Smirnoff
I asked God to make him die slow before I lift off
Gotta pray again, cause my mind really ticked off
At my table, empty handed, I'll take my chips off
Picturing your funeral, I hope they lay you crisscross
I'll sit there right in the front, fighting some tears off
Cause when you use my kindness as a weakness, I feel slighted
Say you ain't got smoke on me, but steadily ignite it
She ain't untouchable, just go ask about the Hyatt
I f*cked her so good until that pussycat was quiet
I guess I'm preaching to the choir
They never seen me making it out from out the fire
I promise every time it was down to the wire
Sometimes I get high, but opps dying, it get me higher
So don't get comfortable
Your arms too short to box with the God
Yeah, too short
You just too little, man
I live for shit like this