I Was Told Video (MV)

In a world where you can be anything you want I find it funny y'all chose to be bitches
TSH made it
Homicidal ideation Brandy think I'm going crazy
Mama worried about a baby I guess I've been stressing lately
Same shit up on the daily niggas and bitches tryna play me
Underneath the oak trees all my friends been acting shady
Took a year plus now I'm right back active
Sending shots to the we sending right back at em
One of the last few real niggas that stand on that business
Ain't gon' tuck our tails and run when them Dracos get to hitting (TSH made it)
This shit different
It's been hard to live right gotta play the hand we giving
So we taking what we want then ask for forgiveness
Knowing this do or die when you come up from the trenches
A lot of two spot players been providing for these women
They love you in the field but in the court they end up missing
Shit ridiculous
No trophies in the city mane not even a ribbon
Caught up chasing commas and you get a run on sentence
Believe me
Lead point guard I'm a star why would I take the charge
Bitches in the car she get it hard
She go eat that boy
Might let your bitch come and do my braids
She telling you she tryna get paid
BOP that's how I play it
Say lil' bitch watch what you say
No white hoods in the hood but I got hella Ks
FN flippin' niggas lift them up and make them levitate
How these hoes come between all this shit that we done made
Thuggin' since a young and we ate off the same dinner plates
You aint Rockin' how I'm rockin' pussy nigga just a hater
But I'm suited and I'm ready like a custom fitted tailor
I'ma knock his ass off take a trip back to Jamaica
Mr International got the chop from Venezuela
When I was younger mama said I know you ain't that old
But understand not everything that glitters is gold
If you don't remember shit remember all the words I told
I wanted to see you make it out but the world just don't call
Looking back I'm like yeah I know
Cause the Cuban links shining and my whole wrist froze
Already had the beamer now I'm looking at the ghost
I'm talking any means even if I'm all alone
Mama I want it all and I feel like I deserve it
Three sons and a daughter yeah I know I'm still learning
I done came a long way from hopping out Suburbans
Talking popping out on bourbon popping shit without a purpose
Damn
Nigga clutching bad yeah I got plenty clips
On my Spike Lee shit direct a movie shoot a film
Big 45 up on my hip nigga I'm not one of them
They saying all for a zip my nigga gotta get at him
I used to spend a block on nothing more than the whim
Lifting heavy metal like I'm working in a gym
Aiming at your noggin kid I won't eat a limb
On my Houston rocking shit got me playing above the rim
Retire your 2 223s and my 44Gs
Call them Clyde Calvin and I name the other Big E
Guys that's like 34 and that's Baby Hakeem
Say Yao Ming say you know what I mean