Rolling in My Grave Video (MV)

All they do is try, yall can't ride our waves
Bass, pills, shrooms and lye, is all I crave
Wearing chucks and tye dye, always ready to rave
I'm be so high, when I'm rolling in my grave

All they do is try, yall can't ride our waves
Bass, pills, shrooms and lye, is all I crave
Wearing chucks and tye dye, always ready to rave
I'm be so high, when I'm rolling in my grave

I'm spitting fire like Charizard
Going hard at HARD, believe in the heart of the cards
"Call of the Haunted" , YU-GI-OH!
I'm bringing back, all my niggas from the graveyard!
It's the Hispanic hell spawn, raving till dusk till dawn
Party while I wait for god to respond
Can't f*ck with my crew, the chosen few
Forbidden Style: Summoning Jutsu!
Called Tupac, he shot through, Straight Outta Peru!
All rolling eyes on me, f*ck the illuminati
You got touch paper to see me
Like a Shinigami, getting deathnotes
Turning Benjamins into origami's
Till I see light like L, I'm be smoking L's
Never catching L's f*cking with the God Venom El
Curse them with what I spell
H-E double hockey sticks,
This is hell, I give them HELL!

All they do is try, yall can't ride our waves
Bass, pills, shrooms and lye, is all I crave
Wearing chucks and tye dye, always ready to rave
I'm be so high, when I'm rolling in my grave

All they do is try, yall can't ride our waves
Bass, pills, shrooms and lye, is all I crave
Wearing chucks and tye dye, always ready to rave
I'm be so high, when I'm rolling in my grave

We doing drivebys like blitzkriegs
Leaving them six feet deep
These ballers can't f*ck with the Champions League
I'm running the game wearing soccer cleats
Pour some for my boys on the concrete
Hear the voice from the white noise in the streets
Can't compete using ghost beats, we making that shit obsolete
And I'm the only G with a PC
These niggas be like Control+C, Control+V
But not even god can control the V
They're trying to copy our recipe
Can't touch my bars or my ecstasy, can't take my energy
Enemies singing over melodies, sounding like a parody
Claiming street but live on sesame
Turn them into entities
When I die, how will they remember me?
F*ck an elegy, I want an effigy
They saying F the G's
But they're the F-A-G's, Nigga!