Venting Lyrics

God will be my witness

I became a victim

The moment that I let you in, I thought that it was instant

Never thought that you was just a trick up in the system

Now I’m getting wicked, my mentality is vicious

When I’m writing I just spill it, every sentence is a feeling

I spit it cause the prisons want me down as a statistic

The only stat that I’ll be on is who became the sickest

Climbing through the window leave it open like a wicket

Cause Im with the homies, and you know we gotta get it

Know we got a kick it, All the flows I spit acidic

And all a nigga got is pen and pad to do the venting

Imma cook it up, with all the verses that I lay

Searching through my mind, I got some shit you could relate

Tell me how we hate, on the people that create

All the places the that we stay

Stressing on a day to day

The immigrants is innocent, but they ain’t got no witnesses,

But they getting finished with the buildings we do business in

Think about waking up in the morning

With your pops, in a box, finna get deported

So you can’t really, what is important

I’m just trynna show my niggas how to get more and,

Get foreigns

I ain’t really tripping if you snoring

I’m more than

A tourist

I hope you don’t get shit distorted

Like Forrest

Hate and I’ll give you a tax, and a notice

I’m flowing

I’m rolling the flow is so potent

I think you should know this

I spit in the motion, I think that I’m ghosted