Ventilation
Think I'ma just vent a little bit
Just a little bit though
1 o'clock in the morning roll me another one
I guess I'm focused on all my conflicts
And how I could be obnoxious
And be quick to pop it against these niggas
No competition
Cus these niggas sleep while I'm kicking writtens
I think I can make it
Fuck it I know it so let me show it
I guess the difference a nympho who overflowing with some hotter shit
So why you waiting get to dropping it
Had to tell shortie be patient and let me plot the shit
These other niggas didn't make they lacked the scholarship
I had to show a lil patience before I dropped the shit
I had to work on my cadence
Cus niggas hate it when you spitting and it's sounding like
Niggas still tryna swallow shit
Fuck it unbottle it
Filled with my providence
I know it probably make niggas sick
Just to acknowledge it
Fiends let me doctor it
Like I'm the reason for subscriptions to this apple
Or sounds that be clouding out of it
I'm feeling Metropolitan
Big city living for a nigga who ain't never had
Big city digits
Aiming straight for the love of these big city bitches
Drug it straight out the mud like those big city killers
I been thinking like us reconvening could cause a scene
I been drinking so us reconvening I'm in yo jeans
Have you thinking like baby it's love he in my spleen
Felt so good but baby this lust ain't what it seems I mean
Been working on simple communication
Cus it feel like I've been talking in tongues when ventilating
That's the reason I've been filling my drum no hesitation
Forgiving God watch over cus I've been feeling too dangerous
A devil in a dress
Killing me with ease
Wishing her the best
While she swivel it to leave
Smile on my face from my spine I would bleed
Keep it pushing while I'm holding up to orchestrate the scene
Needed simple ventilation so I naturally retreat
Twiddlin' my thumbs in the basement to a beat
Hoping you would see me differently once I achieve
Everything I promised when I woke the fucking team
I told em
Come and get some green
I could feed the feens
You just have my back
I'ma be a King
Really could have told me I was crazy but it seems
That they really put they trust in me to lead them to a ring
So I gotta do my thing
Backpack
Just a little bit though
1 o'clock in the morning roll me another one
I guess I'm focused on all my conflicts
And how I could be obnoxious
And be quick to pop it against these niggas
No competition
Cus these niggas sleep while I'm kicking writtens
I think I can make it
Fuck it I know it so let me show it
I guess the difference a nympho who overflowing with some hotter shit
So why you waiting get to dropping it
Had to tell shortie be patient and let me plot the shit
These other niggas didn't make they lacked the scholarship
I had to show a lil patience before I dropped the shit
I had to work on my cadence
Cus niggas hate it when you spitting and it's sounding like
Niggas still tryna swallow shit
Fuck it unbottle it
Filled with my providence
I know it probably make niggas sick
Just to acknowledge it
Fiends let me doctor it
Like I'm the reason for subscriptions to this apple
Or sounds that be clouding out of it
I'm feeling Metropolitan
Big city living for a nigga who ain't never had
Big city digits
Aiming straight for the love of these big city bitches
Drug it straight out the mud like those big city killers
I been thinking like us reconvening could cause a scene
I been drinking so us reconvening I'm in yo jeans
Have you thinking like baby it's love he in my spleen
Felt so good but baby this lust ain't what it seems I mean
Been working on simple communication
Cus it feel like I've been talking in tongues when ventilating
That's the reason I've been filling my drum no hesitation
Forgiving God watch over cus I've been feeling too dangerous
A devil in a dress
Killing me with ease
Wishing her the best
While she swivel it to leave
Smile on my face from my spine I would bleed
Keep it pushing while I'm holding up to orchestrate the scene
Needed simple ventilation so I naturally retreat
Twiddlin' my thumbs in the basement to a beat
Hoping you would see me differently once I achieve
Everything I promised when I woke the fucking team
I told em
Come and get some green
I could feed the feens
You just have my back
I'ma be a King
Really could have told me I was crazy but it seems
That they really put they trust in me to lead them to a ring
So I gotta do my thing
Backpack
Credits
Writer(s): Juwann Jackson
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