NO VENTS (prod, By Montress Dunson)

Seem like the money never coming in, double up the racks like some Benjamins, I'm the mister that be fucking twin sisters, talking shit, selling esto blanco. Came through swerving with a chopper, My mama asked me aye son what is your problem, i feel like I'm in Harlem all these long ass nights, Get up out my body, get in my bag, then i catch a flight I'm trying to get to heave with the seven on my chest, I heard the demons aiming at me so i wear a vest, I picked up my tech nine, I'm about to lose my mind, These demons want my soul so, I had to double back Family issues calling so i had to hit yall back, I really got a couple shooters that be screaming slat, These niggas say they killers but I'm dressed in black verse 2 lately i aint been been able to drop a verse, So instead I'm gone drop a curse, My words might leave your brains on the curb Flipping you off because i got that urge, I'm flipping the bird while i purge, I dont give a f*ck what you heard, Your soul is what Ima serve All i got is my dick and word (ugh) Motherfukcers want to see me hurt (ugh) Bury my body in black dirt (ugh) I just killed all my enemies up in this verse (ugh)