Umi Says Video (MV)

Every time I wake up,
Same struggle
Takes me an hour and a half to get out my bubble,
Bubbles in the bong, the rebuttal
I was supposed to be sober
Now I'm living in trouble
That's a stretch

The stress made me retch
You sitting on the bench
And you wonder why I'm tense?

Expensive clothes offensive hoes
Ostensive hoes, give up rap for extended prose

I said shit,
I was born in 2000,
Funny enough, it was in the south and
Some people loved me,
Some stayed away
Now they all trust me
And my town feels great

I grew up, real f*cking quick
Age 7 I was thinking with my dick
Age 8 you gotta wait till you're big
Always said f*ck that I don't feel like a kid

Cause my, mind is very focused
When i hear something, impossible to not notice
So I don't brush over,
The end is nigh, bro the end gives closure
They in denial if they say they don't know you

But at the same time, nobody knows
What I mean when I rhyme
Back to the script, so I'm 12, living fine
Kicking back, got biggie in my headphone wires

Shit no biggie, when my friend brought a knife
In his bag, but i'm sad that he lives this life
Shit got sticky when a dumb kid really put a knife to my neck, I don't like the outside

Outcast since 4 or 5, they left me on the side
And I, always complied
Now it's time to get back, never mind
Cause I'm living in paris, and they wasting their time

13, straight to the city,
75, what a vibe, so pretty
Now I walk everywhere
It's a pity
That I got jumped 6 times, this life's gritty

They took my HTC, straight from me
Round the same time I was learning bout weed
THC to substitute my needs
All this running f*cking up my knees

My dad's from Brooklyn, not too far away from St James and Fulton
It's the block, better watch where you looking
Turn it up a notch, 70's and central booking

10 years older than Wallace, solace in the fact that even though he don't like rap his son's a prophet,
Ha! and I'm not done talking
You don't know me yet, unless you been stalking

Only a few people I love, I don't shout them out,
About that, they blood
I'm in this bitch, came in with a thud
Got a couple of thugs, around me and my plug

Sometimes I just want a quiet life,
Me and my baby and shit
Next morning wanna go on skydives, my mind slides to sci-fi, with a slight bye

You know JTP was gonna be flying 747s, not smoking weed
I guess shit changed when I moved to Paris
Got crazy ass handstyles, bombing in the street

But as the sun emerges
Happiness disperses
That's a real problem
Tryna find the root cause
Loopholes, my new bars feeling like common

As the sun emerges
Happiness disperses
That's a real problem
Tryna find the root cause
Loopholes, my new bars feeling like common