(Pre) Vent Intro

Just be honest with me
Im about more than they know
Who really bout it with me
Im in the coupe whippin' that bitch
Like someone following me
And I got the spliff holdin' my hand
While its ridin' with me
Lord I hope you drivin' with me
Satan steady trynna get me
Fake shit you wont find it in me
Blatant as can be
Got these niggas hating me
Cuz they bitches favor me
She say she cant stay asleep
So now she on her way to me
(Yeah)
And I never said that know it all
But you cant show me you my dawg if you don't show at all
Play your cards
Don't play with me cuz I hold 'em all
Money over bitches and trippin', success is over all
Yeah I'm only venting nigga
Niggas been whining for a while that shit vintage nigga
Rarely I'm forgiving niggas, easily forget a nigga
Always on the move, it aint a shot you sent that hit us nigga
Yeah



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Writer(s): Isaiah Hill
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