Antisocial Video (MV)

The south's finest and its prime time
Need my baby powder so you know that I'm like Bron Bron
Spill my soul in writtens, sign with blood, so i can fly high
Deal with demons, devils thats around me, like they my kind
We don't do no dancing, we on business here
Cellphone ring its benefit
Never on no bullshit, want the purest cut and realest bit
Trip my soul away
And spent my paycheck tryna find some bliss
Cut my shit to find some bliss
Endorphins running, put my corpse in Tennessee
Promise you won't tell my mama
Cup is full of Hennessy, I'm out of lean
Wonder who I'm finna be Ana leave
Thats the thoughts on younger me
Someone new been under me, and honestly
Im content with the currency

I been feeling my vibe
Stoned as f*ck, I chill in my ride
Either that or in the house
Like I ain't coming outside
Too much f*cking thunder outside
I been feeling my vibe
Stoned as f*ck, I chill in my ride
Either that or in the house
Like I ain't coming outside
Too much f*cking thunder outside

And I'm the product of the obsolescence
Of the adolescents
When its plenty planes and atom weapons
Who need a army, Chicken need dressing
Cheeses need the rats, The race is to heaven
I bet I'll beat you there, Meanwhile
Leave my word in this bottle to drift to sea, a prayer
Trim the tree, the leaves is too thick
And then of the fruit is bare
Dim the lights just ever so slightly
So they don't notice that
Sun is burning out and its lonely
When it is winter here
Swear the holy war been coming closer near

I been feeling my vibe
Stoned as f*ck, I chill in my ride
Either that or in the house
Like I ain't coming outside
Too much f*cking thunder outside
I been feeling my vibe
Stoned as f*ck, I chill in my ride
Either that or in the house
Like I ain't coming outside
Too much f*cking thunder outside