Feed the Beast Video (MV)

Yung Era

(Home Grown)
(Home Grown)
(Home Grown)

Bitch, I'm home grown
Every time I'm in the city, I feel like I'm in my zone
Got nowhere to hide, got nowhere to go
(Yeah), Wavy got the potion, that'll have you movin' slow
My life is a gamble, I bargain with ammo
Got a chip each shoulder, Keep movin' like Rambo
I'm livin reckless, so boy pay attention
Made it a habit, to use everything in my mind as a weapon
These demons keep talkin'
These demons keep testin'
Took what they gave me I need my soul
They held me back, so I cut the rope
Ain't stayin stagnant, I gotta grow, Gotta let go
Feeling like bird man, Ain't playin no mo'

Feelin' like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin' like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin' like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts

Your life is a comedy, Busting my moves, I can sense that they mad at me
Tragically, got no love for the ones who took stabs at me

I'm getting close to the edge, running on low rest
I cannot waste a breathe

Young-in but a vet, I'm real, you jus pretend
Ballin off of income taxes, Section 8 houses, Bank underneath the mattress
And If she see the mattress, then she gon' do a backflip
Blow the marijane, take a doobie to the face, Mexicano that's my race
Hit it once she get taste, she callin on her break, I put her on the wait, I cannot hit the break

Cause I been
Feelin like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts