Run Video (MV)

My ambition of all these bitches has left me rigid
Riding off shit I already written
Hitting writers block and hoping I can spit some hits
But it's hard when you desire everything that you were never given
Been on a mission to deliver these records but every time I talk it seems their ears have been severed and I can never
Get out of all these complications
They setting up monsters waiting
They praying on my downfall hoping I never make it
Faking wearing that facade I dress in all black
I be too colorful in person once you get the surface scratched
I be doing the illest shit that you ever seen (ok, tell 'em)
Straight out a motherf*cking movie scene
There will be blood every time you going back to who I was
Insane you still flipped over my tape cause it was nuts (Shea, what you say?)
You can tell me I suck I say I don't give a f*ck
But my anger really boiling my blood
I knew I'm labeled corny before they said it
Saw them clowning all my favorite rappers killed me when I read it
Now I tell them bump my shit and suck my dick
Or I might go and f*ck your bitch (yeah)
Like you think you coming close to touch my skill
I never let nobody all up in my grill
One time wanted gold fronts and now I roll blunts
Hoping that a record gonna boom and then I'm gon' run
Yeah I'm gon' run
Hoping that a record gonna boom and then I'm gon' run
Tell 'em I'm gon' run
Hoping that a record gonna boom and then I'm gone
(Alright you ain't even ready)
Let me preface by saying I'm not tryna be the blueprint for any type of music
I'm not Hov are you stupid
They cast me out were non inclusive
Feel like I'm dreaming but lucid
I'm refusing to take this bullshit
Got lines they abusing (Let's go)
I got rhymes I'm abusing
I got cataracts hoping to see the truth but they want me to keep losing
So tell all of these stupid motherf*ckers if you're trying to do shit
You better have like thirty mags for each the guns that you shooting (pow pow)
This my comeback like Andrew McCutchen
But all of y'all just pirate flows tryna make your way in the discussion
Tell you something I got you jumping like double dutching
That's why I'm on a roll and these subliminal keep you blunted
I keep you running from the truth that I be the proof
No matter how they f*ck over you keep taping your shoes
I had a hole inside my soul and filled it all up with music
And now I lace up all these lyrics with the ammo they spewing
I just do it collecting all these checks and this bread
That's why they call me Butterfingerz when I'm pushing this lead
You still lingering on how that f*cking shoe line Forumed
You're braindead of course slow as f*cking internet explorer
I knew I'm labeled corny before they said it
Saw them clowning all my favorite rappers killed me when I read it
Now I tell them bump my shit and suck my dick
Or I might go and f*ck your bitch (yeah)
Like you think you coming close to touch my skill
I never let nobody all up in my grill (nuh uh)
One time wanted gold fronts and now I roll blunts
Hoping that a record gonna boom and then I'm gone