Cut Deep (Prod. By Zay Capone) Video (MV)

Ya'mean I done learned I done seen a lot in this shit you feel me
I once had they city by like in the palm of my hand by the neck
Grew up
Caught cases
Regular life shit and I seen all that love fade
The music got better but the love faded
And I just be asking myself why doe

I feel like life try break me
But I can weather any storm that's how he made me
I ain't hear from niggas
Shave em
She screamin I ain't gone be shit that's still my baby
Feelin like I can move without you with my hands tied
All this real shit going on how I could I dare lie
My bm stressing me out bout my money and then my man died
My ova man showin his hand ahhhh'
Look
These niggas disbelieving
They said they would ride or die I turned around these niggas wasn't breathing
I turned around these niggas wanna leave me
I turned around and I seen niggas switching sides these niggas so deceiving
I seen it first hand that money gone change em all
Get on a run they cut you off soon as you take a lost
Was f*cked up and never hated on my man grind
If I ain't have it I can make a call
These bitches only understanding when you got that money
Just met a plug he said he see me and he dropped the number
Make sure the niggas with you eating they can't help but love you
Expose ya hand you ain't my man and I won't ever trust you
And I seen Niggas lose they to this shit
And bitches fall victim lose they life on the strip
I watched my man run up them racks was getting right to that shit
11 hours on the curb you won't survive with that flip uhhh'
Back to the basics man these niggas be faking
11 hours on that curb my heart and stomach was aching
Back and forth with my bm man I hope she be patient
Never wanted to be Kobe I need parts of the Lakers
I need revenue that boul he be talkin bout shit he never do
Ever see ya dawg get greedy that shit I never do
Let a bitch get ahead of herself and Ima stop her
Never sweat her let her know bitch you ain't shit I got options
Had some bad work but I capped em up and told em it's sour
Don't bring ya plug through the Stock niggas gone try rob em

Let me talk to em'
Cause we just tryn get it by
Any means it cut deep when my nigga died
That shit cut deep
We still bleeding off that shit
That shit hurt me everyday thinking bout my homie man
Rest In Peace Get Bizy
Oh'
Oh' Oh' Oh'
A lot of niggas in the street they ain't never have to be there doe you heard me
They ain't never have to be there
And I just be sitting back watching shit I be like damn
Damn this what this shit really come to you heard me
Then I look at my son and I just say
This young nigga gone make me a millionaire before it's all set and done
I done lost value in this shit
Cause these niggas they ain't moving by morals
They ain't moving off principles you feel me
They moving off the hype
We can't never play that you heard me
We too real for that
Hard times don't last real niggas do
Free Fetti
Oh oh oh