Win Video (MV)

And why should we believe you
I got nothing left to lose
Nothing can hurt me anymore
My life is nothing but a comedy
Yea
Trap
I made more off these p's then I did off the streams
Just bought a glock and it came wit a beam
Niggas will plot & they scheme
I used to have basketball dreams
But couldn't play for the team
Was never in school , I was running the streets
I was broke as hell I had nothing to eat
So I got bands and I got on my feet
Life is so got crazy I had to myself nigga just breathe
I always knew I had something unique
I was so bitter cos nothing was sweet
I wore my heart on my sleeve
I get on beats and I'm blowing off steam
My bitch a freak just like mystique
My bitch is juicy she wet up the sheets
Everybody is awful these days
It's enough to make anyone crazy
They don't wanna see me win
Orders I just send em in
I remember when
Nobody was tuning in
Nobody was listening
Bag up a p in my vetements
I never cared about fitting in
I was just working like an immigrant
Just copped a Rollie, it's glistening
Like when it's hot and sizzlingly
Ride with a stick like its cinnamon
Niggas flip packs for minimum
I had to teach myself discipline
Once you die you can't live again
I feel like 50 in many men
Load up the clip
And hit up many men
If it was me dying on the sidewalk
You'll walk right over me
I pass you everyday and you don't notice me
Any day you could lose your life
Bussed ninety licks like the other night
I'm in the stu it's another night
I'm feeling better the more the write
Young intellectual my future bright
Double cup with the dirty sprite
Adidas nigga I had to earn my stripes
My thoughts darker than Wesley snipes
Don't make music create a vibe
Brody off 4 perks , yea that nigga high
Used to overthink, now I don't even try
Been doing this why are you surprise
Everything I've been through
I'm surprised
I'm surprised that I'm still alive
This for the nights where I couldn't sleep
All I could do is cry
Still I can't believe that my mother died
I was scared I was terrified
I was traumatized
I felt mortified
Bi-Polar I'm borderline

They don't wanna see me win
Orders I just send em in
I remember when
Nobody was tuning in
Nobody was listening
Bag up a p in my vetements
I never cared about fitting in
I was just working like an immigrant
Just copped a Rollie, it's glistening
Like when it's hot and sizzlingly
Ride with a stick like its cinnamon
Niggas flip packs for minimum
I had to teach myself discipline
Once you die you can't live again
I feel like 50 in many men
Load up the clip
And hit up many men