Vent, Pt. 1

I see a m in my future I guess I'm optimistic You know I'm proud of my nigga we ain't have a pot to piss in I need a bitch who think like me so we can go the distance I know my worth I'm irregular she think I'm egotistic I need a house on top the hills so I can just go missing They throw subs we throw slugs so I ain't even trippen They dick ride whoever poppin they gettin morning sickness And I ain't even rappin nigga I'm just ventin Mixing Henny w prescriptions im feelin more than typsy I was supposed to call you back I got a little busy Put my phone on dnd do not disturb Slapping no cap in the Benz I'm tryin not to swerve I'm protected by fallen soldiers we lost in this shit I'm protected by these angels I'm scarred from this shit It ain't no treaty keep spinning till they all dead They killed slime I'm still trippen I just see all red I see red rum I just wanna keep shooting until the feds comes That's just me I'm just thinking out load and shit To much fake love they give I can go around the shit Fw the suckas you know it's treason we can't alllow the shit Take them trips by yo self f*ck a codee I feel safer round gang members and parolees Lit get cold in the field need more than a blanket Yo closest nigga turn bitch and snitch before arraignment Drownin in my styrofoam to alter my perception Imma felon they gone wash me they catch me w a weapon But I'll still go catch a body just to send a message Keep a stick on my side I feel like Wayne Gretzky I was a dusty lil nigga as an adolescent Now I'm quick to beat the road and go to where a check is