Driving Video (MV)

Yeah
Aye
Fly High
Gang
Driving seat reclining, tints so they can't see inside it
I aint hiding, smoking, vibing, tryna clear my guilty conscious
Did some dirt can't talk about, just walk around it
I feel surrounded, I'm still surrounded
Robert Downey with that iron man I can't leave home without it
Fly High frequent flyer mileage
On my level highly doubt it
I been balling, highly scouted
N***a f*ck you know about it
Shit my stress been on a thousand
Feel like I could move some mountains
Sometimes they hate what they can't break
They try and take what they can't make
That's why I pray
Not for me but for my people everyday
That's word to me and everything I love my son gon be ok
Real players play
Find me with a bitch that look like Lisa Raye
My team gon spray
Still free Capo till my brother out the cage
Shit aint the same, streets a dirty game these n****s telling names
And making statements
Still come home to celebrations, that's a shame
I aint complaining, I just popped a perc, and that shit on my brain
Don't feel no pain, shit like novocaine, I'm numb to everything
Stand for nothing, fall for anything, forecast said heavy rain
This gas is musty, that's that Mary Jane, I might just marry Jane
I'm in the kitchen whippin up Lo Mein, good chicken cutlery
That money bag, speeding through life fast, praying I don't crash
I need my son, and he need his dad, so I can't go like that
I need my gun, yeah I know it's sad but that's the times we in
Yeah I know it's sad but that's the times we live in
I lost a lot of my n****s, I know they proud of a n***a
These bitches gon swallow a n***a, these haters they doubted a n***a
My clout getting bigger, come follow a n***a
These police stay following n****s, cause we got them hollows for n****s
Yeah we got them hollows for n****s