Vivid

[Verse]
If the label wanted me, they coulda jumped on me
My motivation was different, I owed the plug money
Every week he was pulling up, throwing grub on me
That's when I found out my bruddas ain't have love for me
I was desperate, they still wouldn't buy nothing from me
Now all these carats in my mouth like I'm Bugs Bunny
Now I'm lit and all these bitches wanna buss on me
You want a verse, it's gonna cost a little blood money
You wanna be my brudda now but you can't pick and choose
Where was you when I was only selling sixty-twos?
How you link her outta town just for some shitty food?
You coulda helped me after everything I did for you
Fuck it, light a cigarillo, let me get a twos
I got my burner on me now, I need to stick a move
Celebrating when a booting doesn't hit the news
Promise that I'll never let 'em break me in the interviews
All the lies on the internet, there's been a few
I might have the plug talking on the interlude
I might need to go to war, I got some shit to prove
We ain't got no real beef, this some finger food
This full clip will leave your forehead split in two
This old beef, it had the whole hood split in two
Now I'm on my own side, that's a winner's due
I'm the one that all my dead friends living through
These grey clouds got no silver line
2020, I sold Jonesy a silver nine
Had the clip filled with bine, he needed reassurance
So I beat off one shot and sealed the deal in time
I did it by surprise, made my brudda flinch
Then he took it straightaway, I told him "Rub my prints"
"Why you make me waste a bullet" what my bruddas think
Selling waps to my bruddas, I don't wanna drink
I just had to sell that and make some new plans
Cause I had three waps in only two hands
Me and Shep bought a crep, I put in two bands
When they pulled up on my youngers, tell me who ran
Pagans pulling up, I tell 'em "Don't run"
Cause it's highly unlikely I got no gun
I can't always be around, I got my own drum
So I had to give Little Z his own one
I told 'em "When they pull up, hit a home run"
Too much pressure on them pussies and they won't come
I get way too busy doing road runs
Gets a little different when you're only getting whole ones
Break it and you buy it, make it and you try it
Once you open up the packet, man can't back it
Freezing in the trap, certain man can't hack it
Fell asleep on the sofa in my Trapstar jacket