Vent Video (MV)

I hate it when they go there
Don't look at me like go where
Think you niggas know where
Oh you know me so well
Can't fade like a barber leave your ass with no hair
If you need I can paint a picture make it so clear
I got money on my mind
Plus my fam on the line
I got hoes on my nerves
I got fans on the rise
I got drinks on the rocks
And some snakes in disguise
I got you in my way can you please step aside
And make way for the chosen one
I swear it's only right you niggas owe me one
Battling myself in my mind I'm not the only one
Of my mom kids though I'm the oldest one
Guess you can assume I'm the coldest one
My 9-5 where I'm writing the most of my verses
Go figure swear its only write cause I'm posed to be working
I'm overly certain expressing myself in these lyrics not an emotional person
Might crack a joke when I'm nervous
Never worried bout what he say
Tryna win the sweepstakes
Bout to have my cake and eat it too like it's my bday
This game about balance only real gone remain
Need I remind you I been up the last 3 days
Took enough shots to know why they call it pregame
Cause I'm still just getting started
I'm still on the run and I'm still committing arson
You steal all my flows that's grand larceny
Don't bother me my number one policy
In the colosseum calling seeing who respond to me
Line busy if you tryna see who going hard as me
I can't accept no more apologies
I hate it when they go there
Don't look at me like go where
Think you niggas know where
Oh you know me so well
Can't fade like a barber leave your ass with no hair
If you need I can paint a picture make it so clear
I got money on my mind
Plus my fam on the line
I got hoes on my nerves
I got fans on the rise
I got drinks on the rocks
And some snakes in disguise
I got you in my way can you please step aside
Cause if our paths cross nigga I'm leaving you in the dust
Been smelling like success and money that shits a must
Never pass up on a session that shit give me a rush
My competition sucks
Don't even call these niggas my competition hang up
And find a new batch
Writer's strike in Hollywood ain't know them niggas do rap
Like a bitch that's fresh out surgery I got some new racks
The lies on they songs don't hold the same weight that the truth has
I got the drive in me
60 miles plus to spark the right rhymes in me
Double M just lit a motherf*ckin' fire in me
Now I got all of the heat boy like I'm Jimmy
I hate it when they go there
Don't look at me like go where
Think you niggas know where
Oh you know me so well
Can't fade like a barber leave your ass with no hair
If you need I can paint a picture make it so clear
I got money on my mind
Plus my fam on the line
I got hoes on my nerves
I got fans on the rise
I got drinks on the rocks
And some snakes in disguise
I got you in my way can you please step aside