Rudy's Story (feat. Lace Hampton) Video (MV)

Let me tell ya a lil' story 'bout a boy back home
Name was Rudy
He just moved in
He's the oldest of fo'
Family struggled
Needed a hustle
Tryna make something shake
Met the man in town name James
And James supplied his some weight
But first
Rudy gotta learn
Cause he need money quick
How James turn
3 1/2 to 5
4 1/2 into 6
Learn quick
See Rudy making moves
Yeah, he the nigga to know
Meanwhile see James is losing money
Cause his corners so slow
Fast foward
Rudy making moves
But James got hate in eyes
"How you gon' bit the hand that fed you?
Nigga, I gave you this life!"
You see but James can't let Rudy know
So he always showing him love
You know
Acting fake as f*ck
In the club dapping him up
Next thing you know
James has this plan
How they can both hit this lick
Cause he know Rudy need the money
Quick 50 50 Split
You see
But Rudy know something off
Think James setting him up
Pulled a gun on Rudy from the back
And told him get in the trunk
Cause he was

Plotting
You know these niggas be out here
Plotting
Sit back, they watching and gaining
Knowledge
Any hatting ass niggas tryna
Stop me
Probably plotting
Plotting
Cant say too much to you
I be low-key
Can't say too much
If you not the homie
Back up from me, nigga
You don't know me
Probably plotting

Look
Run me them keys
And run me that phone
Move to fast and my nigga you gone
Ion got love for a nigga like you
Gave you the game and you took my throne
I knew that you couldn't pass up on a lick
I could tell from the jump that you move like a bitch
Running the game with the shit that I taught you
But I couldn't let you know all of my tricks
Yeah
Stop moving nigga
I swear I'll end this shit right here right now
I knew I was gon' have the drop on you
When you was hanging and coming around
Look at yo face you scared you shaking
You ain't never seen no pole?
Anybody seen Rudy?
Thought he was the man
Where that tough guy go
Tell me where yo stash at, boy
Where you keep the cash at, Rudy
F*ck is you biting yo lips for
What you wanna do something to me
Young niggas
Ungrateful
I let you eat at my table
I let you run my corners up
Lil mother f*cker I made you
F*ck it I'm done talking
We ain't cool we ain't blood potna
Ima bout to pull and pop the mug off you
Bet nobody even finna worry bout you
Back the f*ck up Rudy
Ion wanna get this shit on my clothes
Better hope the gates open up for you when you gone

Plotting
You know these niggas be out here
Plotting
Sit back, they watching and gaining
Knowledge
Any hatting ass niggas tryna
Stop me
Probably plotting
Plotting
Cant say too much to you
I be low-key
Can't say too much
If you not the homie
Back up from me nigga
You don't know me
Probably plotting