Braille Video (MV)

Came from the gutter known as South side
Had the honeys on me faster than a beehive
My girlie got a temper she a feline
Hot headed like the nigga with a carbine

I pray for success and to live a long life
One day imma rise to the skies
Higher than the smoke on a long cold night
Red eyes like some brake lights
Demons in my heart line me up in their red dot

Sight
I wont lose mine
Gunning for the kings
Till they all fall in line
Think I must be weak
Seeds of doubt in my mind

Niggas sleeping on me so hard
It's a crime
Avant-garde nigga
But I'm running out of time
No space for my girl
If I'm always on the grind
No place in the world
For a nigga with a mind
It's a race goddamn
Motherf*ck falling behind

I look in the mirror and speak for myself
Where were you at when I needed your help
I tore us apart separate ways for ourselves
Parallel roads always end in cold trails

Constantly judged trying to balance the scales
Still be that nigga with horns and a tail
Then fell in love with the thought I'll prevail
Y'all feeling me now like y'all reading some braille