Ventilation Lyrics

Huh, I just gotta be real about it when shit went left and you ain't ask how I feel

About it It's only a couple niggas left who really

Still about it I rep my set to the death, I know they kill

About it Hollow tips, hit your flesh, blood spill about

It can't forget my dawg on, I wanna drill about

If baby ever need a loan, she know a nigga

Got it I'm the one who hit the streets and got a

Mill up it I'm the one who hit the streets and got a

Mill up out it Hit the trap, ain't tryna chill, I make them

Deals, I'm out it Hit the store, show Unk some love, cause he

Know I got it And my BM, don't show me love, but she

Know I got it Mickey Ds for her daughter and son, like my

Name was Robbie Only got one, but ain't know if, ands, buts or probably

Brodie caught one in traffic say, that shit a hobby

This the mob and I'm a boss, but don't call me Gotti

Niggas playin', but I'm really tryna make it happen

Listen to what I'm sayin', nigga, really tryna make it rapping

Motherfuckers be lyin', if it was a sport, they can make it cappin

Straight off the porch, I took the torch and went straight to snapping

I can't tell you how I went, because you wasn't there

I view the motherfuckers round, they ain't seeing clear

The ones I expect to be around, they ain't never here

The ones who said they hold me down, they ain't never there

When I needed help the most, I felt like they don't care

I don't say it, but when I say it, tell me what you hear

I believe in God, he the only person that I fear

I miss my dog sometimes, a nigga wanna drop a tear

If it's up, it's goin' down, like the drop of fear

Zoe say these niggas T-Grizzled, but I'll pop a bear

If the bitch bad, you know a nigga gotta stare

Fuck a shitbag, get a nigga outta here

Huh, huh, huh

Fuck a Shitbag, get a nigga outta here

Yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh

I be peepin' on the fake shit, snake shit

I don't scam or steal, boy, I take shit

I don't got a money printer, but I make it

You could be a good sprinter, still won't make it

When the flames from the barrel, of this K hit

It don't matter, late night or broad day shit

Uptown, where I'm from, it's the Matrix

I got some money, she got the pussy, a nigga may trick

I said it is what it is, you gotta face it

Learn to get it how you live, that's the basics

I'm gettin' money on an everyday basis

Cause if it don't make a dollar, nigga, it don't make sense

You ain't got a penny in your pocket, you ain't got eight cents

Bro can't wait to pop a nigga, he ain't got patience

I'm like RX a Hood, doctor, I got patience

I know some niggas out of Flint could call an 8-10

Niggas been back to 2010, I been makin' ten

I was taught to make the ends, don't be makin' friends

That same nigga with the grin, do you in the end

Could view the face, but you don't know the person who you seein