Can we vent? (feat. SINXCERE)

R.F is in his prime
Like I work at Amazon, marathon when I drop the song, it's always gon' be
On when I'm gone, hope I leave this earth
With all my faith in God call them rod you can't catch the wave, no surfboard to

Lean on, like I know some people want me gone
I said, listen to your heart, cause devil's always in your thoughts
Like, who knows what goes in your mind, cause most stuff might be snot
No more bros, they all switched like cloths, that pain left me distraught

I got aim, flow really got range can you keep a secret
Gotta take it to the grave metal gotta keep it if they wanna misbehave
Feel like it's 1840, how we youngin rockin' chains
Most y'all ninjas bore me, cause y'all swords can't cut a dang

Y'all just like the seasons, how y'all switch up and y'all change
October, why you leavin'? We fell off and you're to blame
I cannot believe it, tell me, why you actin' strange? I mean
Different situations got me sinnin' and I'm craving for attention

Asking God for forgiveness, I keep wildin' and I'm droppin' all these hits, but no one's
Hearin' spent my time on these lyrics, so I wonder
Do they listen? I'm still wildin' maybe I'm just childish
Maybe I'm just tryna get a thousand off of rappin

Give me any beat, and ill spit heat keep on adaptin
Music's what I breathe, I'm thankin' God for this talent
Wait, what happened? I don't know, he don't know, bro
Just tell me the truth, man In the streets, they like to fight

We show up with hadoukens I'ma be the judge of that, like my first
Name is Truman headshot left him clueless, he ain't know
What to do, man my clock is cartoonish, when I shoot bullets
Say boom, man where is Rae gon' shoot? I got the answer

It's at you, man Crazy how we takin' lives for a busted-up
Old shoe, man or for some color bread
Green won't mean anything if we're just gonna end up dead
And that's the sad truth, not gon' lie Ain't apologizin' in the stu, not gon' lie

I'ma keep it cool, in the booth, not gon' lie
Just like a snake, you better watch they move No X, or O's, I cannot love you
No X, or O's, I'm not a PS2 he got a letter from his dead homie, PS from
The tomb I got cheese like it's macaroni left
Five out Maroon

Grab your squad like this is 2K
Bullets flowin', dancin' everywhere, it's off the d'usse
Wookie talk, bullets chew your back, up to a new state
We do change, it's just not as often for a new pay

It's blue flames, hotter than the bullets hittin' toupees
We do rage, we just don't see red like all of you say
Axe for stick paste, I split your mind after a new day
Honestly, it's motivating, thinkin' we don't move, weight

We got the leverage even if you move waved t like, come here, we can hit this too
Catastrophically, I walk and lean off on these people's moves
It's funny, you can't one-up me, you gotta up the iron too
Without your iron, you gon' fall out I'm not Goku, if we spar, I'm goin' all out

Presidential themes, I split the difference of the cost amount
They callin' out, I think they slowly comin' to they final bout
Sadly, all these youngins fail maybe this was last week, but I gave out an L
You crashed it, there's no way in hell I guess I gotta take what you have so I can make a sale

We did it, any means possible like duke, I was Jumpin' over every obstacle
This cannons hit an opp or two not talking bout fanum, but I cooked all the talkers too