Obsessed Video (MV)

I feel obsessed
To all the things in my interest
The weed smoke, I inhale then blow out my chest
I feel obsessed
To all the things in my interest
The weed smoke, I inhale then blow out my chest
I feel obsessed, to all the things in my interest
The weed smoke, I inhale then blow out my chest
The beat go slow like a tortoise when it step
And hoes i can beat those to get the best
I need to stop, and breathe slow, to calculate what's next
The weed i cop I need loads, ounces and kilos
My visions like a tunnel
What I'm seeing through the peephole
And my eyes are looking redder when sitting with the trees rolled
My E-Y-E's low, that New Year's Eve flow
I wrote this rolling cones, and now I'm entering beast mode
My talent i can manage it, I know I gotta practise it
No manager, I'm married to the Mary call her cannabis
Floating on the cloud but down below it is so damaging
I'm scared to see future, don't know how I'm gunna handle it
Looking for the 47 that's where the balance is
I'm obsessed with music I ain't into all that capping shit
Melody, rhythms, bars I know you dig them
And I've said it before, when it rains it rains
But when I reign I pour
I'm not stopping till I'm selling out tours
Only thing that I'll be dropping is the mic to the floor
Just pay me right and might
Display the rapping over beat for you all god damn night
I'm not cocky I'm just confident I will never tell a lie
Know I'm Ahead of my time
I devour and I'm sour like a lemon or lime
I feel obsessed
To all the things in my interest
The weed smoke, I inhale then blow out my chest
I feel obsessed
To all the things in my interest
The weed smoke, I inhale then blow out my chest
I got the devil on my shoulder sitting comfy like a boombox
So everyday get a little higher like the tree tops
And detox from sobriety, i hate society
Listen don't speak, my raps have got variety
I know I got potential so practise through the night
And if were shooting shots i leave you holy jesus christ
I need a trophy, not a wife
I write my wrongs to make them right within my songs until I finally die
And that I've told you before
I'll never fall to floor just like a chair that is broken
I'm never dropping the ball
Instead I'd rather drop the rap I didn't litter on floor
And yes my written are aliterate, I'm thinking of course
I stay killing them with rhymes, lines, written in the high times
Feeding me the energy be feeling the vibe right
I got my mind on my time
And if you ain't on my side you best get out my sight
Yeah
I feel obsessed
To all the things in my interest
The weed smoke, I inhale then blow out my chest
I feel obsessed
To all the things in my interest
The weed smoke, I inhale then blow out my chest