Part of the Problem (feat. La Beezo) Video (MV)

And you cant make it out the hood if you ain't got no hustle
No they ain't tryna hear you out cuz everybody struggle
You ain't gon find it in these streets so let yo mama love you
I stay prepared you never know what time that drama coming
But f*ck the drama bro we got em look our time is coming
And time is money but they don't see that like they blind or something
Bitches screaming my name like they just ain't have no holler for me
Ima let that Nina cum on all y'all thats just how I'm coming murk your ass for nothing
Nigga don't wait til i'm dead to show me the love real
Seven six twos with my heart and i know that love kills
And if its beef we ain't stopping until his blood spill
I grew up watching my brothers making them drug deals
I cant relate to these niggas its just not in my blood
I wish i could've been round when nigga had f*cked iggy up i know that shit gon stick with me forever
Know these niggas want check me off put that on them bro i wont let em
I wont let up either i know all these niggas want see me set up
But i always keep my head up through the pressure without effort
Let the bull shit walk until it walk into a big stepper
Stupid nigga don't get hit in yo chest for playing checkers
I come from the projects them OG's ain't kicking knowledge
Them youngins like a plane they bound to crash without a pilot
You cant be up on my team if you snitching like Jeremy Shockey
On trains at the trolly he tweaking to be a body
Tweaking to be a victim
Niggas locked in the system
Went to jail in the summer he bout to do 10 winters
I wished a nigga would then f*cked around and caught a splinter
You aint neva take no losses how you expect to be a winner
Niggas tryna be friend us
Niggas changing their gender
Heard you starving yo bros and giving your all to women
My bros ain't kicking no doors they hitting niggas through tinder
Don't stress because i'm blessed but live the life of a sinner
Show my hand nigga tell me where my flaws at
Wild life always on my dick he need to fall back
Pause that don't want em thinking i'm with all that
You know i only speak the real when i broadcast
But you the type to ask a nigga for his hall pass
Fraud packs ion even know what you call gas
Its y'all fault ion even know why y'all mad
I had to get my Mr.Clean on while they talked trash
Now we only talk cash
We cant even talk profits
I know some niggas killed their man over a couple dollars
Felt you was snaking through your dap now you can't get no holler
A dome shot would have him dancing like NLE choppa
We part of the problem