Guillotine Video (MV)

Still the one to lose my head without a guillotine
Smoke that's crowding up my section means we never sleep
I rock with me, myself and I they know that we the team
I hope we make it out alive you got to let me breathe
Still the one to lose my head without a guillotine
Fog that's crowding up my section means we never sleep
I rock with me, myself and I you know the winning team
I hope we make it out alive you just got to believe
'Less we talking 'bout my own, I need no company
Just something to ice it up and pour a cup for me
Slowing down all the drama mix up with Dramamine
Psyche, I get higher off life than you can do with lean
Connor Cassidy the motherf*cking new machine
Smoke me out and have me sleeping on the bluest dreams
Coasting out the 7th wonder of the seven seas
Call them back and put my Ex's into ecstasy, never mind
I keep it moving like a gentle breeze
Slow and steady, 'till I get the bag I never leave
Been spending heavy hoping God has put his trust in me
The only luxury I need, is all the winning keys
I got no time to behave
I got no time to relate
If you sinking lower man
Hop over you, we overcame
Might get a little PTSD from all the pictures that a soldier paints
Come here I'll numb you up with novocain
We oceans away
Hey
And I'm dressed like oceans 11 get paid
Hey, hey hey hey
Yeah
Still the one to lose my head without a guillotine
Smoke that's crowding up my section means we never sleep
I rock with me, myself and I they know that we the team
I hope we make it out alive you got to let me breathe
Still the one to lose my head without a guillotine
Fog that's crowding up my section means we never sleep
I rock with me, myself and I you know the winning team
I hope we make it out alive you just got to believe
Still the one to lose my head without a guillotine
They know we never sleep
Not the winning team
I hope we make it out alive you got to let me breathe
Yeah
Cold blooded, so flooded
Trippin' out with no luggage
Hold grudges, only on bitches that I just don't f*ck with
Nose running', trouble I can sniff it out
All the shit you bitch about reveals who you are
No living out of my car
I'm driven now, my fence is how I pick it now
I roll around the blocks, my momma used to push a stroller out
I'm older now, I lift it up and hold it down
I split the swisher down the middle, turn my sins into a cloud, and then I'm out
I get it moving man
Shooting and we crop you out the movie frame
This is who I am I don't know to blame
The vices of the music game
Money, women, power, sign me up you know my true disdain is living on the cusp
Still the one to lose my head without a guillotine
Fog that's crowding up my section means we never sleep
I rock with me, myself and I you know the winning team
I hope we make it out alive you just got to believe
Hey