4th of July Video (MV)

Sun god
Rise of the Phoenix
Season of the golden disc, nigga

I can't say goodbye to ya
Fourth of July
Raising the dead with every coffin and that rise
That's another teardrop, a notch under my belt
Every verse is like a horror movie running for help
What would it take to get the message clear?
A Bullet or electric chair
Either way, a nigga getting treated like a breath of air
Breathe him in, breathe him out
Show him what 900 degrees about
How Many artists is rhyming just for a paycheck
Might as well keep practicing unsafe sex
Place the barrel to your head piece, pull the trigger
To my ears, you ain't nothing but a foolish nigga
Tell me to dumb it down, never
I'm Sick wit mine
Gon have to purchase my album on the prescription line
Best believe it's getting sicker than that
Compared to me, we opposite, like a fish to a cat
I'll call some of my friends Some I won't
Got bitches that I love and don't
Nothing's meant to last Either way
They both come and go
Be the ones you call your fam that'll test his worth
That's why I say
Hope for the best, expect the worst
Give my heart to those who love me with protection First
You tend to be alert
Once you figure out how deception works
Basic mathematics dawg ones and twos
You either real or you fake, you choose which one's for you
Niggas becoming fans off the strength of they mans bragging,
It's like a pandemic, I can't stand it
Sucking dick, hopping on bandwagons
Shit just doesn't make sense
Like $50 tickets that's written for pants-sagging
Some dudes get a taste of success
Don't know how to act like a virgin's first day having sex
I'm trying to get established off the words I paint on canvas
And keep a watchful eye for snakes who try to take advantage
So many leeches
And bloodsuckers with legs and arms
Who left to trust
When your blood brother would send you harm
If I had a wish, I'd wish death to all them haters
Send death to the ones who created respirators
No revitalizing, just a bunch of fans showing love idolizing
If I had a hunnid grand, consider that bail money
But I don't, so till them, keep reading that mail from me
I got a knack for snatching rappers out they comfort zone
Place them right on top of the rack and turn the oven on
I'm serving plates in the form of a bar
You better pray to the lord of Allah
You see today I might just fall with the stars
Drop the moon, son, you've never been a boss in my eye
Third day Jesus rose and the fourth of July came
Then my aim began targeting every rapper that was in my lane
Niggas that take a look at me and be so quick to judge
Like I ain't put that pain in, shit go without explaining
But if you ask about me, some might say that boy is dangerous
He liable to leave a stain wit
Something sharp enough
That he could chisel a hole through
I'm something light
Mixing liquor with soul food
I'm nothing like none of y'all niggas
That's something light
That boy is dangerous