PTO Trip Video (MV)

Bitch, I'm a god, look in my eyes Can you not see that I'm reaching divine
My mind is odd, pray up to god Pray to Allah, bitch, stop trippin' and get
You a job I see it, I want it, I get it, I split it

With niggas that's been there since the beginning, no handouts
All of my niggas ten toes down, puttin' in work
Promoting my music and pushin' my merch Swerve on the curb with the blunt in my hand
Don't do no drugs, but I do a lot of plants The earth is my plug and I pay her in advance

Just got off work, puttin' in hours Jumped in the studio, before I , jumped in the shower
This not for children , these lyrics , not clean
Trip LSD with the crystals on neck You say you bulletproof til the blood get shed
Trippin' so hard that I broke my leg Bitch, I'm a god, look at my eyes

Can you not see that I'm reaching divine
My mind is odd pray up to god Pray to Allah, bitch, stop trippin' and get
You a job I see it, I want it, I get it, I split it
With niggas that's been there since the beginning, no handouts

All of my niggas ten toes down, puttin' in work
Promoting my music and pushin' my merch
Straight to the streets, go outside Clones all I see, dressed like me
They said I'm complacent, bitch, I'm just patient

Greatness in makin', jumped off my Merkaba , onto a spaceship
My mind is fried, I looked in the mirror, I swear I saw God
My path aligned, obeyed all the signs
Added my odds, out of my mind Top shelf, I'm reachin' divine

Follow the traces of my last move eyelids see through heroic dose
Candy trips through my aura in the mix Bitch, I'm a god, ah
Trippin' psychedelics, mama thought I was just restless
Nighttime, my spirit tested

After hours, give my lessons morning shine
Microphone checkin', micro-dose the Beat
Vibin' for weeks, I'm rollin' im smokin
Chewin' on fungus, niggas, they talkin

They really don't want it, whole lotta cap
Can't see their scaps, readin' their energy
Spirits is different, I'm a God on payroll
So I gotta clock out, flocks, no

Take back when the chips down, when I clapback
Not arguin' no case, I clocked out, get out my face
Toes in the sand, tellin' planted where I stand
Deeply rooted, merch is movin', psyche groovin

Bitch, I'm a, bitch, I'm a, psyche groovin
Bitch, I'm a, bitch, I'm a, bitch, I'm a God
Look in my eyes, can you not see that I'm reachin' divine
My mind is high, pray up to God

Pray to Allah, but stop trippin' and get you a job
Yura