Ventilation

[Intro] Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hoping that it gets me by, got a nigga going crazy [Verse] Some niggas wanted to kill me, got locked up and never found me So my goal is to catch a charge in that same county Picture me gettin' bumped for a silly hand-off The bullpen's fucked up, just ask Willie Randolph See I could pop a few nickel plated Glocks too It's easier to kill niggas than it is not to I let the pot brew, then the plot grew It the labels job to label you don't fit it and they'll drop you Finally made a move on something, I been saw Sometimes you got to lose the fight If you tryin' to win the war, I'm focused on tomorrow I'm done seein' my friends in the rearview, thinkin' we really closer than we are Fuck the record label No relation or correlation all my admiration just turned aggravation they say How you sit so long when you spew classics I tell niggas I can't understand that's, that blue magic The rap game as is either you on some snap shit Or plan ol' stuck in a different decade like the brat is I hear niggas joints and take it personal WHY Now everybody want to spit about their personal lives Before that was non existent Me I'm an addict with an addition for anything that seems to cause friction Maybe I'm in a relationship with bad Karma What her past the somber maybe I attract drama yeah Undoubtedly my life is on some VH1 shit Just adding some salt and pepper to reality while Other artists is obsessed with more toys Like Lex coup, Beemers, and Benzes -- they're lost boys Un I kept brushing off my shoulder till the chip was going Left the benz at the dealers till the kit was on I don't feel niggas songs So while ya'll at the awards I'm loading up on ratches that's the tip I'm on Flow is on acid, I swear I would have the game mastered If I wasn't so busy carrying baggage Calling god a bastard Calvin look way different in person Then they had him looking in his casket I'm looking in his casket like he had no face I was at a lost for words like Fiasco gate So I figured I say a prayer for em got on my knees quick And realized "I DON'T EVER PRAY UNTIL I NEED SHIT" My soul achin trying to stay low maintenance I'm stuck in hell waiting on, blessing with no patience I done made the Ave hot, been had to stab shot Waiting on my jackpot, always been a have not Always been an under dog little guy still try Cause I think I'm a cash cow they treat me like I'm milk dry Juggling nickels and dime I'm walking a fine line Sometimes you got to just breath maybe give time, time Give me a sign kind of shock he won't See I want another baby but my pockets don't Normally that wouldn't bother me Til I wake up and get the paper and Read that some rich nigga won the lottery Young black and shameless Shorty keep beefing about the same shit Almost like yelling her second language Why do I entertain it Listen we been arguing about everything for ages, do it ever change shit? Wind up igging each other for the whole week It's a lot of men in this world baby you chose me like I chose you We been rocking for years you signed up You not a victim, you a volunteer, it's weird I'm not a cheater, on occasion still fuck a bitch Who knows why, maybe just to feel coveted I'm me, she's her, we both had enough of it But won't leave, we the only ones who put up with it In all areas its like my stocks crashing Wishing all these old motherfuckers would stop rapping Tryna be tasteful, not mad or rageful Upset or hateful, not complacent, I'm grateful And I don't wanna resort back to my old ways There's no stairway to heaven less you the...