Braindead Video (MV)

All of the fakes pressed
F*ck the commotion
Born in the midwest
But wet like the ocean
She wanna confess
Show me devotion
Send me the address
Be on that hoe shit
Bitch I won't drop this
There ain't a contest
Im steady showing em up
I got 'em obsessed
Gimme some more grams
I'm going brain dead
Gimme some gold bands
I'm gonna break bread

I'm gonna bring home the bacon
All of my brothers are eating
They can't mistake it
And they wanna take it
'Cuz i make the process look easy

I cut off that hoe if they fakin'
I need 'em way less than they need me
I gave 'em a taste
And I can't be replaced
So she breaking her back just to see me

I'm with my dogs and we wilding
Don't have no use for deceiving
I'm rolling up so I'm smiling
Don't give a f*ck when we cheefin'
I do not talk I'm not childish
Better not give me reason
If that boy say he want violence
Then we gon pull up and meet him