Breaking Point. (Interlude) Video (MV)

Yuh
Yuh
Yuh uh, Yuh uh
The plaques on my wall where I sleep
The weed residue on my jeans
The bag is made by Louis V and I still want more
My girl is a freak, she unique
You know she gets nasty for me
I've gold linen sheets, karats on my teeth and I still want more
No this bottle ain't gonna drink itself
The cheap shit from the bottom shelf
And if you don't really f*ck with it
Then you're gettin split like the gar we hit
She goes from texting me, to stressing me, to straight up undressing me
The melodies are heavenly, theres secrets in my recipe
Don't say shit, don't even worry
Pack your bags, you better hurry
The ride to the top is leaving without you
Don't say shit, don't even worry
Pack your bags, you better hurry
The ride to the top is leaving without you
I don't
Don't need a saving grace
Keep all your sad sad songs
I'm stuck in second place
My hopes begin to fall
I'm at my Breaking Point
I'm at my Breaking
Point
Gotta blow the top off this bitch
I'm at my Breaking Point
Just wait until I crack