My life is so tragic Video (MV)

It's 106 miles to Chicago. We got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. Hit it
Aye
Coming from a long run, I had no choice but to f*ck guns
I lost my brother in the long run, I don't know what to say but I got a gun

Playing in the streets is not so fun, I done lost a lot of ones in the motherf*ckin' sun
Every year that the earth go by, look at me, I can't even cry
In reality, we all f*ckin' die, I don't even know why I even try
My face the size of a mustard seed, I need to pray so I can grow into a tree

Lord, can you save me? Pastor, can you pray for me
Saints, can you forgive me for the sins I committed upon ye
When I was younger, my father abandoned me, caught up in a case like f*ckin' R. Kelly
Beatin' on a bitch, her name was Shelly, and then her booty was thick like jelly

Gone for five or six years, look at you, you done did a bit
Look at you, you done lost some kids, cause your baby mama don't wanna see you again
Seven years, then went by heavy, I done bought me a gun, I done bought me a Chevy
Smokin' weed like it's so f*ckin' heavenly, look at me, I'm just gon' follow my destiny

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I done did a lot of shootouts, and I got a lot of clout
These niggas don't know what I'm really about
I got a long dick the size of a child, I done told your girlfriend that suck on my cock

I got skanky hard, I done really lost count
Is that your girlfriend that bring her top
Tell her to bring some f*ckin' champagne, so I'll get drunk and play some games
I know a lot of niggas that's self-conscious, they done lost they thoughts to the motherf*ckin' game

Jordan Peele, I got another movie, look at you, you startin' a coffee
I wake up every day watchin' luxury movies, smokin' on a blunt and eatin' a smoothie
A lot of you niggas wake up eatin' on booty, look at you, you shitty ass homies
Stack it up, yeah, count it up, yeah, I gotta stack my money up fast as f*ck

This money don't come from f*ckin' luck, it comes from me bein' f*ckin' rock
A young nigga with fat tattoos, I done did a lot of shit like a little screw up
I done sent a lot of niggas up on the news, I had a dream that I was on their team
I do everything to fight the bad news, but the bad news keep drivin' back me too

Just like a young nigga holdin' on his hood, because he had to fight his way through school
I see young niggas that too, don't be a f*ckin' fool
If you want the dog food, then you gotta fight too
Do what you gotta do and make the money up quick

I don't give a f*ck, nigga, put him in the casket
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, put him in the casket
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my life is so tragic
All these bitches, niggas be pullin' tantrums

I ain't got no hair, that's why I ain't got no dentures
I smoke you out just like I am a counselor
I don't give a f*ck, you done ran out of chances
Uh, uh, uh, uh, my life is so tragic

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Comin' from a long run, I had no choice but to f*ck a gun
I lost my brother in a long run, I hope they die by the f*ck gun
Uh, uh

These niggas don't know I ain't lettin' shit go
Till I put your ass down in the motherf*ckin' floor
Put you in the dirt when you're dead, but I love with your motherf*ckin' family, better ask for a coat
It's cutthroat, see, I'ma cut your f*ckin' throat

Then beat your girl, then take her throat
Let me see you gag, choke on my rope
Like a motherf*ckin' crackhead, off of coke
I heal, lay some dope, buy a little birdie tote

They gon' rat you out, just get some food
At the end of the day, these young niggas cruel
So you better step up or I'll motherf*ckin' lose
This world is cruel, I'ma rip this rap in the motherf*ckin' trap

Till these niggas don't cap, I'm tired of trap
See, coulda got capped, cause he didn't have a strap
Now look at him rap
These young niggas cappin' in the motherf*ckin' industry

Tellin' you they ain't gon' die in the industry
Look at these young niggas dyin' in the f*ckin' streets
This gang gang shit, this ain't for every bitch
This ain't for every nigga that wanna be a snitch

This for hardcore killers and motherf*ckin' drug dealers
Poppin' them perks and poppin' them painkillers
I know some killers that'll kill for the thriller
I know some killers that'll kill for a five dollar filler

Hold your chin up, young nigga get up
Y'all know little kids that do sit up
Catch me in the corner like James C. Billups
I'ma do my damn like motherf*ckin' Thunder

Niggas don't know that I'm really a killer
Till they catch me in the streets, then I'm really gon' drill em
Ah, ah, ah, ah, put him in the casket
Ah, ah, ah, ah, my life is a tragedy

Ah, ah, ah, ah, put him in the casket
Ah, ah, ah, ah, my life is a tragedy