The Vent

So tell me what it's like, what it's like
I just might fuck it once or maybe fuck it twice
I'm talking 'bout the game that is all about the life
I'm talking 'bout the ones that is all about the knife
That'll stab you in your back, always trying to get attached
Always trying to get attack, always trying to get some racks from you
Always trying to know your daily stacks from you that's some scoobie snacks for you hoes
That will always be there when a nigga low
I know you bitches know that a nigga always come back like a Ricch and Millie flow
What you really know?
What it's like to have a comeback plan and have it really blow
Like a hot table stove, I'm a hot nigga know
I'ma rock nigga go, I ain't gon never sell my soul only God got the codes
Tell it to the coach I'm a new player in the game of thrones in this life style
Ever had the niggas try to tell you, you not that you not this?
Ever had them bitches tell you, you not him you not it?
Even when they got consequences to fix?
Trying to put all them problems on you and shit like
Like that's my problem but
I went out the way to do so, I went out the way to hold it down
I went out the way to do this and try to put the crown on top of my head because I know I'm that nigga at the end of the day
You the one who's feeling a way I'm just fast and quick on my feet like I'm Cassius Clay
I'm the one who put the smile on your face when the cash done came
When you made those mistakes and had nobody to blame
But it's all good I know it's all bad now
Know you trying to hit my phone I know you probably sad now know it's too late

I know you know it's too late
I know you probably want a nigga back you claim that you hate
I know you rather be around some niggas who nothing but fake
I know you posting on the medias in hopes to make me pay
In hopes to make me stray away from things that make me great
In hopes to fuck up my day and are trying to make me hate
And they try to regulate the shit they put on my name

When they wasn't saying shit before when they was giving me brain
I'm the entertainment for these hoes that's why the niggas hate me
The shit ain't even the same it's like I got opps on both sides
This shit is giving them pain, nothing else to gain
You done run circles round the circus you ain't the same
Or you can run around rich and full of paper planes
Or you can run around skirts and all Kurt Cobain
Hurt the same like the shit purpling, rub it until it feels better circling
Walk with a purpose man no nervous man can ever hold the torch to defend his

Calabasas with the sun I'ma let it go when I had my fun
Right now I'm on the go like I'm shooting out a gun
Right now I'm on the run like I'm running from the bums
Right now I'm sticking through like some chopsticks in a bun
Right now I got some issues that may probably weigh a ton