Rebuke Video (MV)

Pickin up the mic, real passion common through my lips
I want real crtitiques, give a f*ck about your tips
On my own wave like I'm a captain on the ship
No psychedelics, take my mind up on another trip
So Don't sweat it, because you seen a playa that's sicka
Yes, Smoking on the green, not a big fan of the liquor
But I Still drink a little bit, that's what I've been about
I've Seen Dread headed wanna be's searching for clout
But like a heat source, it's true that I'm coming with the friction
Better stop the flow just for the intermission
But what's the point when it feels like another bar is missen
So I go, trudge forward like a tank in the mud
My aim way precise, your more like Elmer Fudd, get it
Yes Another simple victim who can't even aim
Like a Lannister who's been riddled with shame
If you can't spit , well, that's just a part of the game
I can feel all the hate, it's like I'm taking all the blame
Blowing out your flame, cause me and you are not the same
I do this because I love it, your infatuated by the fame
Let me repeat, your infatuated by the fame

Rebuke it, disgusting, how they actin so fake
Flow getting too hot, might just jump in a lake
So now I... twist up your mind, like an ice cream machine
Girl gave me a cold heart, if you know what I mean

If she a freaky fan, flip her over, like a filet mignon
Damaged, half dead day-breakers, sleep before dawn
Aching for more accolades , like Sonic or Lebron
Can't be stuck where I'm at, uncut grass in the lawn
Can't sign to a label, I'm a king to a pawn
Kids getting sensitive like they a elk to a fawn
But listen, the bigger fish cannot win every-time
Shoutout my slime, they never flip on a dime
Smoking all this dro, like I committed a crime
Telling me to quit, harder to get a poser to rhyme
So imma keep on the grind, till... until
Im in a Bentley coupe and my mamma's in a Benz
Hopin my spitten can provide some funds in my ends
Where I wanna be, and where I'm at, it all depends...
How much money imma spend on the crazy shit I don't need
Came up facing middle class, wanting more makes some greed
Or would you call it ambition, improving my spiritually is part of the mission
Get confused like an accountant when the numbers is missen
They're all blind to the truth so they can't see my vision
What direction would you move, if you're in my position
Frequencies hit your inner ear, you better go take a listen