Gray Sweats Video (MV)

Ocean, switch it up
Uh, coming in like paycheck
Why they expecting so much from me when they place bets?
I ain't here to impress, so just say less
'Bout the gray hoodie, red slides and the gray sweats
I'mma have to stop you right there like a brake check
Why you even worried 'bout the way that I had came dressed?
Y'all ain't got an answer, workin' with the same test
You can tell by the same expression, they stressed
It's okay, you see me everyday
There ain't many that can say they know my damn way
I get so selective 'bout the people on my page
What were you expecting from a peephole on a cage?
You can see right through the bars, this is clear it ain't opaque
You can't ever see me fall, like the season when it change
I won't pick up if you call unless you're speaking on my name
I don't care about no rise up 'less it's Jesus from the grave
I'm talkin' Easter with the egg, yeah, the meaning comes in place
Like my feet up in a race when demons greet me from the gates
I see heathens toting stakes, beg and plead they go away
On my knees, I just want freedom like an eagle, so the phrase
Then I realized something vague, they don't need to know the name
'Cause regardless everybody's bound to perish either way
This is deeper in the brain, something we need know today
There's no cleaning off the slate so we just eat what's on our plate, huh?
Yeah, bitch I come back in
They know who it is 'cause it's the man Zach, and
When you say my name please present in grand fashion
'Cause the numbers stacked like division and fractions
They like when I rap, it's a simple transaction
'Cause my lyrics tacked on them Instagram captions
You don't f*ckin' like it, you can kiss my damn ass then
'Cause I don't do this shit for you, this shit's my damn passion
I don't remember asking who cared about my whereabouts
The music and when it's out like moving out of your parents house
Save it for later, all of the shit that you're about to doubt
No praising this savior, so you can take this dick up out your mouth
Bitch, you heard me, did I stutter?
I don't think so, motherf*cker
I don't think no motherf*cker make me think I'm something other
Than a staple, motherf*cker, on your paper, motherf*cker
I don't think so, motherf*cker, I don't think, uh
Place no bets, there's truly no sides
Face it I'm the best, you'd choose me both times
I pay a whole check for some studio time
Then I make it connect like a Rubio dime
You don't wanna play when it's f*ckin' game time
Only in my face when it's f*ckin' FaceTime
You can't even ride unless you f*ckin' yea high
So don't think you can hang without f*ckin' hang time
Bitch, wanna waste time, I'll f*ckin' waste time
F*ck around and turn this into f*ckin' Dateline
On the same headline for the same eight crimes
I commit in a quick in the f*ckin' daytime
Know this shit a fist, it ain't a f*ckin' gang sign
Callin' up the dogs, not a f*ckin' K-9
What you thought it was, not a f*ckin' play time
When I bang 9s eight times through your waistline
Maybe I'm stretching the truth just a little
Exaggerated, but I got a message in the middle
Everybody wanna go attack the character
Young man living in America
I'm free, being who I wanna be
Living life as I follow my dreams
You should just follow my s-t-e-p
Before you fall a-s-l-double e-p, hoe