Tommy Gun Video (MV)

Making music is like this
To me, there's no right or wrong
I can paint it how I want
I'ma say all that I want
Write it as it come along
Whatever I comment on
Shoot it like a Tommy Gun
Gun it down, gun it down, gun it
You don't want to miss what I put down
On the regular, boy it's time to set it off
Raising the temperature, with each round I'm popping off
Hit me on my cellular, if you're trying to get response
I'm a plate of pasta baby, I know that I've got the sauce
They all like that, fly too fast
What you want from a guy like that
I'm like yeah, but I want mine last
If I fly first then I won't find a match
I don't need this, don't need that
Don't need another Missy trying to look back
You won't say it, but I know my past
If you're caught up, get lost, I'm mad
F*ck you lames! Talk that stank
You know what I'm saying, all they want to do is take
Stay together, they want to stay forever
I want to break the tether and take-off
The pedal be pressed down to metal and just coast forever
I'll break down the set-up, and let it blow the severed
Hand to rest, can't handle it
I never planned to get me new bandages
You don't sound like Ike
With all that clicking OCD
With that resonance
Like I got my swagger on
I'ma beast with a little bit of resin on me
Don't got Lee, but I Bruce both knees from praying your peace
You don't want it, I'ma show you, what I have in store
What I carry, inventory like a cannonball
It's so heavy, I can't carry it all by myself
It's so heavy, way too heavy got to get my money though
Leave like you're running from a beast
Like you can't take off your leash
Now you running from your lease
I'ma show you what I mean
Cutting corners isn't cheap
If they want to settle down, stay committed don't cheat
You don't want to miss what I put down
On the regular, boy it's time to set it off
Raising the temperature, with each round I'm popping off
Hit me on my cellular, if you're trying to get response
I'm a plate of pasta baby, I know that I've got the sauce
Are they all like that
I don't got to be who they want like that
Who they want like me
I'm a sold-out act
I've been grinding every single day
With the hope, they love my tracks
Throw my song on the air
Make it look good with a visual to pair
Make it sound good with that bass in the rear
Bumps in the trunk with that face looking weird
You don't want this steady, when I reload
I'ma empty all the ammo that I have
If you come for me, you better run from me
I'm going to let it go
You don't want to miss what I put down
On the regular, boy it's time to set it off
Raising the temperature, with each round I'm popping off
Hit me on my cellular, if you're trying to get response
I'm a plate of pasta baby, I know that I've got the sauce
Stack it up, stack it up tall
Rake it up, make sure it don't fall
Stack it up, stack it up tall
Make sure it don't fall, when you stack it up tall