I Need To Vent (Fake)
Nigga be fake and I get that
Bitches be for the kickback
Falling asleep kills the impact
My energy is on get that
You cross the line you get sent back
No place to go
I need to vent
Open the door
I'm in the kitchen
Cooking like mama did for christmas
Nigga be fake and I get that
Bitches be for the kickback
Falling asleep kills the impact
My energy is on get that
You cross the line you get sent back
No place to go
I need to vent
Open the door
I'm in the kitchen
Cooking like mama did for christmas
Highly elevated
I just bought my Wave in
My energy been waving
I hope I don't lose cadence
But when vision blurry
It just comes in fragments
Flip a screw and go inspect the gadgets
I can feel your energy
I know you Cappin
If I start to shimmy
You don't know what happened
Gotcha bitch singing
Like she Toni Braxton
Write a verse and I might spit it backwards
So far ahead of time I started interlapping
If we are talking track
That means I double lapped him
Hop on the mic like I am ready for action
Step in my mind and go intergalactic
Blood on the leaves I don't want to go savage
Play with my money that is a disadvantage
I hold my blessings to another standard
Nigga be fake and I get that
Bitches be for the kickback
Falling asleep kills the impact
My energy is on get that
You cross the line you get sent back
No place to go
I need to vent
Open the door
I'm in the kitchen
Cooking like mama did for christmas
I can talk my shit, but I just
Spare change
Walk up in the booth like ain't a Damn thing changed
I just say my peace, and let it be
Can't be holding G's
Learn to make my money in the heat
I've been planting seeds
My palms sweaty
I'm getting nervous
You niggas better have your bombs ready
Or I'mma turn ya to moms spaghetti
I'm at the table
It's time to eat
And my arms are heavy
I'll bring the light
These Niggas dark
It feels like Armageddon
Nigga be fake and I get that
Bitches be for the kickback
Falling asleep kills the impact
My energy is on get that
You cross the line you get sent back
No place to go
I need to vent
Open the door
I'm in the kitchen
Cooking like mama did for christmas
Bitches be for the kickback
Falling asleep kills the impact
My energy is on get that
You cross the line you get sent back
No place to go
I need to vent
Open the door
I'm in the kitchen
Cooking like mama did for christmas
Nigga be fake and I get that
Bitches be for the kickback
Falling asleep kills the impact
My energy is on get that
You cross the line you get sent back
No place to go
I need to vent
Open the door
I'm in the kitchen
Cooking like mama did for christmas
Highly elevated
I just bought my Wave in
My energy been waving
I hope I don't lose cadence
But when vision blurry
It just comes in fragments
Flip a screw and go inspect the gadgets
I can feel your energy
I know you Cappin
If I start to shimmy
You don't know what happened
Gotcha bitch singing
Like she Toni Braxton
Write a verse and I might spit it backwards
So far ahead of time I started interlapping
If we are talking track
That means I double lapped him
Hop on the mic like I am ready for action
Step in my mind and go intergalactic
Blood on the leaves I don't want to go savage
Play with my money that is a disadvantage
I hold my blessings to another standard
Nigga be fake and I get that
Bitches be for the kickback
Falling asleep kills the impact
My energy is on get that
You cross the line you get sent back
No place to go
I need to vent
Open the door
I'm in the kitchen
Cooking like mama did for christmas
I can talk my shit, but I just
Spare change
Walk up in the booth like ain't a Damn thing changed
I just say my peace, and let it be
Can't be holding G's
Learn to make my money in the heat
I've been planting seeds
My palms sweaty
I'm getting nervous
You niggas better have your bombs ready
Or I'mma turn ya to moms spaghetti
I'm at the table
It's time to eat
And my arms are heavy
I'll bring the light
These Niggas dark
It feels like Armageddon
Nigga be fake and I get that
Bitches be for the kickback
Falling asleep kills the impact
My energy is on get that
You cross the line you get sent back
No place to go
I need to vent
Open the door
I'm in the kitchen
Cooking like mama did for christmas
Credits
Writer(s): Billy Harrison
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