Taste (Remix) Video (MV)

You know. Had to get this one. Done with my shit you know so like. It's like this
Slide on the game. Man they need a sub and shit
Im outta love. All above. If I made a sub and shit
Be hella rugged. No blood. And no C if cuz would miss
Leave me outta the mud. When you see this often it gets
Real cray. This is what the steel say
I know how the field play. Auto out like bill pay
Nigga out like field day. How they jumping the rope
Nigga stuck to feel chains. How they dropping the soap
Bet I cock and it's loaded it's noted you ain't the one
You can think like we voted. No vote for you isn't one
Off the tongue. Make em move. That's my dad fault
Off the drum. Take the tune. To the asphalt
We don't run. Thought you knew
This the cash vault. Locked up
Seen to my homies. Now they locked up. Squad what
I don't wanna rip the shirt no
First on the verse. Not a verse on the curb though
Aye. Aye. Bet you wanna taste
You ain't gotta know the pace. They gone run in place
Like I came from outer space. Man I need my space
I be running this the race. Only way to chase
Greats. And I got my stakes. Only want the steak
Blake with the million dollar lob don't you wanna taste
I might be wiling if it's out the roof. But that was ill if niggas out the stoop
Aye. Aye. Know you wanna taste
You ain't gotta know the pace if they gone run in place
And like I came from outer space. You know I need my space
See I be running this the race. And only way to chase
Greats. And I got my stakes. Only want the steak
They can wanna if they leave all I needs a rake
I got it on my sleeve. Time is not to flake
It's not what you believe. Lord for heaven sake
Young. Shoutout TY on this one you know. Uhh
Just feel like. Bizzle. F*ck it
You ride and I'm riding and we colliding. To vibing you gotta see that
I tell em need to mind they f*cking beeswax
I'm throwing these blows. And I need my creed back
This Vitamin C. With the sunny d pack
Need that. Best that I can be I'm tryna be that
I don't mean to push on the button. I gotta push on it's nothing
I got em looking and ducking. I think they shook and I love it
It's funny to me really. Rather hook on the bumming then coming for a milly
I be the star in the Milky Way. With the filthy Jay
All we really wanted was be to the next MJ
Or the next MC. Tribe and quest might be
But I flex for the fact that them niggas talk a lot
Knowing all of us dogs but dog don't walk a lot
Uh Yeah. Now I don't talk a lot
See I. See direction from the blessing now
And I be straight on inspection. Cuz they be checking now
Won't let down you baby
And I won't say it's perfection. That I found baby
But I hold it down baby.
Aye. Aye. Bet you wanna taste
You ain't gotta know the pace. They gone run in place
Like I came from outer space. Man I need my space
I be running this the race. Only way to chase
Greats. And I got my stakes. Only want the steak
Blake with the million dollar lob don't you wanna taste
I might be wiling if it's out the roof. But that was ill if niggas out the stoop
Aye. Aye. Know you wanna taste
You ain't gotta know the pace if they gone run in place
And like I came from outer space. You know I need my space
See I be running this the race. And only way to chase
Greats. And I got my stakes. Only want the steak
They can wanna if they leave all I needs a rake
I got it on my sleeve. Time is not to flake
It's not what you believe. Lord for heaven sake