Venting Video (MV)

(K-K-K-K-K-K)
(Ayy, Venzo, stay the f*ck out the kitchen)
Hmm, ayy, huh

I get in that mode, can't hear nobody but myself, huh
I was feelin' helpless, why the f*ck you ain't come help?
I was busy, I ain't see the phone ringin' or your texts
I tell 'em no, it be like they couldn't wait to call me selfish

Huh, what the f*ck you do for me?
Ain't nobody help me get through all this shit I got through but me
Four seconds left, we down two, I'ma shoot the three
Me and Max, True Religion jean jackets, it was two degrees
I ain't know nobody I could call, but I knew the fiends
Beast mode, you could see my claws, I'm like Wolverine
Beast mode, talkin' to my dawg 'nem through a screen
This lil' bitch declining all my calls, wouldn't even let it ring
Huh, it's cool, though, chillin', gettin' rich
I'm still watchin' how I move, though
I be wantin' to just go missin', my baby 'nem be needin' shoes, though
I can't let 'em catch me slippin', I been f*ckin' with my shoes on
I got my switch and all you niggas can get this shit, I don't care who want it
Walkin' out the bank, just got a fresh new batch of blue hundreds
Went and got some new numbers
If you can't hold it down, nigga, you shouldn't even dial my number
In April I got trial, I pray I ain't layin' down this summer
I ain't been gettin' no sleep, right now, I'm on the road in a Town & Country
Shows every day of the week, that's a couple hundred thousand comin'
Ayy, I'm back and forth on a plane for these 'bows, nigga, they flyin' 'em to me
Niggas 'round this bitch hatin' like hoes, I could sign 'em to me
My nigga, I'm just ventin' (K-K-K-K-K-K)
Ridin' 'round this bitch, day dreamin' 'bout a million
Niggas think I made it, they keep askin' how I'm feelin'
Askin' how I feel
I told 'em regular, the shit I rap about, I do that shit for real
Had to stop thinkin' with my heart, couldn't let my feelings get me killed
Had to stop poppin' them Percs, be in my feelings on them pills
Bitch, quit sayin' you love me, how I know that shit for real?
R.i.p. John, my brother baby mama got him killed
R.i.p. Tray, if I was free, my boy'd still be here
But it's good, I don't be trippin', my nigga shinin' on me still
I got diamonds on my chest, all on my neck and in my ears
I was playin' for a second, now I'm flexin' on my peers
Lay on her chest while she carress me, she keep tellin' me she scared, I'ma leave her
I been runnin' up this paper, I don't be there, she think I'm cheatin'
I'm a soldier, can't go home until this mission get completed
You know I love you, but if you ain't with this shit then you can leave me

I get in that mode, can't hear nobody but myself, huh
I was feelin' helpless, why the f*ck you ain't come help? (K-K-K-K-K-K)
I was busy, I ain't see the phone ringin' or your texts
I tell 'em no, it be like they couldn't wait to call me selfish