Gone With the Wind Video (MV)

Can you crank the volume please
Is it recording
Yes
I wanna keep that
It's in there

Lil' bitty bitch don't worry 'bout a thing, just kick yo' feet up
Here take this blizzy fill it, twirl that bitch and spark some
Tree up
Now don't be wishing, hoping, dreaming, scheming bout
No "we" stuff
'Cause bae my heart is cold, I'll take ya' soul
I just can't be cuffed
These niggas iffy gotta watch 'em 'cause they tryna creep up
This instrumental touched my spirit, Think it's time to wake up
I'm from a place where you excited just to get some free stuff
It's public housing ain't no "mine"
You leasing nigga we stuck
My daddy never wanted me, he was a stick in the mud
My momma man I swear I hate her
Swear she don't know how to show love
And I don't need no bros, I'll slide alone
I don't give a f*ck
Don't need no boo, I'll find some love inside did bottle of bub
I say I'm talkin' wit my chest lil' boy you better speak up
Project ya voice don't be oppressed
Don't let em make you a dub
They'll try to sweat you try to vex you treat you like you a dub
But I'm no average nigga swear to y'all I'm ready to buck

You flexin' on ya friends fa recognition
But man I thought that you was thorough this ain't no competition
This ain't a dis something amiss I had a revelation
You not my dog you just a dog
And that's the conversation
Right now I'm down bad on my dick but niggas still be hatin'
They pillow talkin' on my name lookin' fa confirmation
I'm really out here tryna make it, got you agitated
When I was foolish I was hopin' fa collaboration
But now I'm coolin' nigga swear to god you not my kin
I still got ya back but nigga I can't shake ya hand
With all that fake love that you show
Now you gone with the wind
I'm gettin' heated just from speakin' I ain't talkin' red
This ain't a civil war I'm layin' all the beef to bed
'Cause I can't let it f*ck my head up all that stressin' dead
But you can keep on thinkin' life just bout money and head
While you take pride in the fact that niggas want you dead

Lil' bitty bitch don't worry 'bout a thing, just kick yo' feet up
Here take this blizzy fill it, twirl that bitch and spark some
Tree up
This world is full of tragedies we compensate with each blunt
It brings a sense of peace that's truly hard to find
The peace that ease ya mind, my nigga
Keep yo' ass from from thinkin' bout you dyin', my nigga
I recognize the pain inside ya' eyes, I figure
One day you'll open that 3rd eye see the big, big picture
'Cause right now I ain't f*ckin' with ya'
You got some issues, make you crippled
I ain't frontin' witcha
I'm on to road to riches n I ain't ridin' shot gun
And you can't name a nigga say I'm cappin' nigga not one
Can't blame a nigga mad at me because I'm hot son
Dis just sample of the project yea it's soon to come
It got message when I'm finished imma stretch some
I got my ear against the street yea you know where I'm from