VENT.

I been ducked off to myself from the weirdos

Niggas busy actin I'm stacking Robert Dineros

Looking at my DM like damn these are your heroes

Like damn these were my heroes niggas I looked up to or bumped too

Are R.I.P now most my classmates in graves and I don't see how

Niggas that I love man we barely even speak now

Ain't even on them it's that I barely even reach out

Got a better idea of where I wanna be now

How I wanna create and who wanna I reach now

Only twenty eight but the stakes done made me senile

Survival was a state maintainin is where I be now

All this bullshit on my plate ain't expect me to fuckin eat now