Venting

(K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K)

(Ayy, Venzo, stay the fuck out the kitchen)

Hmm, ayy, huh

I get in that mode, can't hear nobody but myself, huh

I was feelin' helpless, why the fuck you ain't come help?

I was busy, I ain't see the phone ringin' or your texts

I tell 'em no, it be like they couldn't wait to call me selfish

What the fuck you do for me?

Ain't nobody help me get through all this shit I got through but me

Four seconds left, we down two, I'ma shoot the three

Me and Max True Religion jean jackets, it was two degrees

I ain't know nobody I could call, but I knew the fiends

Beast mode, you could see my claws, I'm like Wolverine

Beast mode, talkin' to my dog 'nem through a screen

This lil' bitch declining all my calls, wouldn't even let it ring

Huh, it's cool, though

Chillin', gettin' rich, I'm still watchin' how I move, though

I be wantin' to just go missin', my baby 'nem be needin' shoes, though

I can't let 'em catch me slippin', I been fuckin' with my shoes on

I got my switch and all you **** can get this shit, I don't care who want it

Walkin' out the bank, just got a fresh new batch of blue hundreds

Went and got some new numbers

If you can't hold it down, ****, you shouldn't even dial my number

In April I got trial, I pray I ain't layin' down this summer

I ain't been gettin' no sleep, right now, I'm on the road in a Town & Country

Shows every day of the week, that's a couple hundred thousand comin'

Ayy, I'm back and forth on a plane for these 'bows, ****, they flyin' 'em to me

**** 'round this bitch hatin' like hoes, I could sign 'em to me

My ****, I'm just ventin'

Ridin' 'round this bitch, day dreamin' 'bout a million

**** think I made it, they keep askin' how I'm feelin', askin' how I feel

I told 'em regular, the shit I rap about, I do that shit for real

Had to stop thinkin' with my heart, couldn't let my feelings get me killed

Had to stop poppin' them Percs, be in my feelings on them pills

Bitch, quit sayin' you love me, how I know that shit for real?

R.I.P. John, my brother baby mama got him killed

R.I.P. Tray, if I was free, my boy'd still be here

But it's good, I don't be trippin', my **** shinin' on me still

I got diamonds on my chest, all on my neck, and in my ears

I was playin' for a second, now I'm flexin' on my peers

Lay on her chest while she carress me, she keep tellin' me she scared I'ma leave her

I been runnin' up this paper, I don't be there, she think I'm cheatin'

I'm a soldier, can't go home until this mission get completed

You know I love you, but if you ain't with this shit, then you can leave me

I get in that mode, can't hear nobody but myself, huh

I was feelin' helpless, why the fuck you ain't come help?

I was busy, I ain't see the phone ringin' or your texts

I tell 'em no, it be like they couldn't wait to call me selfish