Don't Blink Video (MV)

I f*cked up again you nahm saying
I f*cked up again you nahm saying
I don't give a shit, I'll make it hit anyway
Least I'm tryna channel my energy right you nahm saying
Gotta use your mind, gotta use your mind
Gotta channel it right yeah, you nahm saying
I f*cked up again, but f*ck it
I'm proud of what I did, I'm proud of myself, so you can get f*cked anyway
I don't wanna hear you say that, say you run street
What you think?
I had non' out the birds eye just scraped outta that sink
10th grade where the shawtys at?
Had to act like they had flings
Now try hit my line
I get my money up, don't blink yeah
I'ma teach you how to think
I like shawty in the pink
She ask where my mink at, Gucci all on that print
Hit you out with that red dot, you were ridin' where my gangs hot
You let your man die, you ain't the man dawg
You a bitch for real, I might sign a deal
You ain't seen the streets, I was poppin' pills
You ain't into music, hear it in your raps
You was up on that lame shit
Got a choppa where you land, yeah
Right now I'm on snow, right now I'm on go
They know I got stress, money I overload yeah
Know they mad when I'm pullin' up
Cut you off I'm through with ya
Old friends try to hang out, they be runnin' back cause I'm blowin' up
I've been rappin' for like four years
Hit the lick when the road clear
You be grindin' for the Moncler
What's next cause I bought that
More rack in my body
Why the hell I do that? yeah, yeah
Homie asking for his boo back
Shawty want me go spend a bag what's the point if I ain't feel the vibe
F*ck the mans we got nothin' now
Rather stay low and I'll stay loud
Another hit on the way now, been a minute, I say it proud
Still runnin' up street, being in the trap
You ain't tryna make it out
I don't wanna hear you say that, say you run street
What you think?
I had non out the birds eye just scraped outta that sink
10th grade where the shawtys at?
Had to act like they had flings
Now try hit my line
I get my money up, don't blink yeah
I'ma teach you how to think
I like shawty in the pink
She ask where my mink at, Gucci all on that print
Hit you out with that red dot, you were ridin' where my gangs hot
You let your man die, you ain't the man dawg