Drive to the Bay Video (MV)

Sitting in this condo and im thinking about my life
And all the things I left, tell me, is this right?
You sitting on regret, I can never live with spite
So I'm trying to cash a check, and jump up on a flight, to LA
Taking some time, making sure that my mind straight
Phone call with momma, got alot up on my plate
But I'll eat it up
Verse after after verse, shit I'll beat up
Go to work, come home, music is my medium
Gassing up on a track, when i fill up boy it's premium
Highest in the room, like i was smoking on that helium
But let me air out... let me air it
The feeling when you just made it
I swear you just can't compare it
Securing me the bag, and just give it to both my parents
Sampling a track, don't give a f*ck about a clearance
Boy im ready, I'm out here trying to live up my dream
Cause this shit is my blood, you wouldn't fit in these genes boy

Catch a vibe when I hit this
Rappers on my hit lists
How many really homies
Let me get a census
I know I got a sense of this
Cooking up a beat, let me just vent to this
And im gone, driving 280 back to my home
Sampling some beats for a song that I made in three-Oh
Three zip, looking at your boy like he next
Swear to Jesus
Even on the beat, I finesse
I was tryna catch a break like this shit was recess
But the only thing with time is that it never resets
And your girl on the gram, heavy on the presets
But the way that you be talking, man that shit got me bent
Vacation got me feeling spent
Shout out to my barber, got me feeling blessed
And my lady heaven sent, she a goddess
I'm justing being honest, I never I lie
Man this the type of shit I'm finna bump when i drive to the bay