Grey Video (MV)

I told them put my verses in the morgue
Cause baby I'm about to kill this shit
Producing how I got here
I ain't just a lyricist
Open up the book
I might as well finish it
But colour's on the page
So you can really picture it
Before they tag me in
I told you that I've been here
Now they tag me in
I'll show why we gone clear
Was in the crib
Making fadeaways
Hope we don't fade away
Finger foods on paper plates
We didn't get paid today
Bro just made a rack of garms
I just made a beat today
But either way we posted in the crib
Playing Marvin Gaye
Grooving to the sundown
Creatively asleep again
But that's okay
It's R&R, rest to rage
I just drew a new car
It may not be a Cullinan
With black and gold coverings
I promise that it's coloured in
This is grey
We on my page
Yeah this is my way
Boredom for the bucks
Like I traded it for Cam Payne
Oh shit, no way
Tag got all the bars today
Maybe cause I'm bored
But it's grey look like an empty page
Now we on to Blasians or the Haitians
Cause we trying something new
Give a f*ck about the trends
I'm so stuck up in my groove
If music is an art
They should hang me in the Louvre
With my foot on their necks
Like a stand in for a noose
Lost in the sea of life
Lost, where's my paradise
Lost, looking for the light
Lost, where's my divine
Lost in my mind when you turn off the lights
Lost in a world of bleeding time
SMS can you saved my soul
Cause I've lost all the feeling of acting fine
Birds on my chest like a cardinal
Birds in the sky like a cardinal
Pass the ball
I know that I'm past them all
I put a cannon to they chest like Arsenal
Till then put your cups up
Know that I've summed up
Pain on the page like a work as an author
So you better fill my cup
Till you know that I'm f*cked up
Tag
Bitch