Practice Video (MV)

Yeah nigga said I'm back on the west side
Got silver tongue spitting a list full of niggas that I'm praying that I catch on the same line
I been in the same motion
Like a pistol staying loaded
Hitting in the same spot every damn time

Marksmen
These ain't motherf*cken brand stripes
Marshal law breakers on a joyride
partial to no man or his mankind
Hot smoke nigga

I've been having dreams of getting money from this rap
But I've been hitting ceilings every time I get the chance
Texting the promoter tell him that I need more cash
This year I ain't doing favours for your scraps

Hell nah nigga
Imma need that money quicker than a bail bondsmen
Give it to the niggas know they've got the same problems
You don't want no beef with me
You know shawty with me got the features like a DVD
Dressed for the sarai but I'm really in the CBD
You know where to find me if you're seriouly trying to meet

Big binge on that good old sixth sense
With my thick friends
Head nods and the slick grins
Big drinks big sips then its big spins
Big bends
Flip sins like Christians

Cut, cut, cut
Wait...

Yeah
Cut, cut, cut, paste that's the only thing these niggas do these days anyway
Cut, cut, cut, ways that's the only way these niggas stay in their place these days

I've been staying later after practice just to practice
Studying the greats and running suicides and laps
I can hear em whisper every single time I pass em
But I know the hills have eyes and they chat

And I've got time today
This only practice man this ain't the game
You niggas faking man we ain't the same