Venting Session

(Drum Dummie) ay, dope fiends there, well, but this my own, though
Listen, they're not cappin', conversations of the grown folks
Sellin' hard rock, slow you on with a long nose
Watchin' from the window as he travel down the wrong road
No help, give him any gold and he can reach it
I can beat it, bitch, I'm undefeated, sick and tired of leeches
If I see it, then I can achieve it, just gotta believe it
Learned somethin' in my 21 years, but I ain't cheatin'

Fuck the preacher and the teacher, I ain't learnin' shit
Damn, them niggas cappin', they ain't burnin' shit
All of that woofer make me hype, I ain't tryna burn a beach
And make your whole car jerk like you learnin' stick off the gate
I ain't rollin' shit up, I'm catchin' fades in here
Man, they ain't nothin' but some smokers and some J's in here
I'm caught up within the beats, I got it made in here
I'm homegrown, I'ma snatch a nigga plate in here

Peezy P harder than a Mexican
Hard like a lime, bitch, ain't no nigga testin' me
Boy thought he was cool, he got the weapon in
See him 'bout to drive and try to turn to a pedestrian
Paid a form, he's closin' in, no man gotta beat the case
Undercover's plattin' on a nigga, tryna make a way
Capitalize, capitalism up to murder rate
Catch him for murderin' like your stupid ass behind them gates

They tried to play me, I ain't stupid, though
Boy yo' whole clique lyin' bout them murders, y'all a group of hos
When he was free, he talked down on 'em
Went to the pen and came home and fucked this bitch in the booty hole
I know a lot of niggas suspect
Most of these rapper niggas flow, so after me, nobody up next
I took your pizza and a fuck face
She said, don't smack her on the rib, I told that bitch I like rough sex

That AR, that's my baby now
One bullet eat his head up and turn his afro in the baby hair
Ay, Peezy comin', you can't stand in there
They hidin' like the hurricane, come and smell it in the air
I like fast cars and long clips
I like Beats who like playin' a quiet game and takin' long trips
I feel like I can hear that purple callin'
Can't ride my wave like Chris Tucker, you on the wrong ship

AT cryin' like, why they do that?
We seein' his straight face, but we the ones that got him blew back
Who that?
Oh, that's Lil' Wee Wee written calls and some crack
Don't like the calls you was dealt, no givin' them back
What's the first rule when you under attack?
School day, bitch, my white pants black
If I had your hands, I want my hands back
All I see is flames, can't handle where we at

If I feel some pressure, I'ma lean on the scene
'Bout to drive him with them shells, as we empty magazines
Where I'm from, we on the newspaper
Not the magazines, on the news, only time a nigga hit the TV screen
If I feel some pressure, I'ma leave you on the scene
'Bout to drive him with them shells as we empty magazines
Where I'm from, we in the newspaper
Not the magazines, on the news, only time a nigga hit the TV screen

P, rrah, ay, let's go
You already know what it is, OMB
Bust a nigga, overkill, rrah