[Gill Graff]
yeah, can I  vent?
Yo knowledge can I vent?
Hey world can I vent?
I just want to fucking vent

let's go
What's life without dreams?
Life Without schemes
Something you cannot redeem
Aint nothing what it seems
She hated infidelity when she was just a teen
now she fucks my whole team - a few niggas per diem
regret having to witness it, the way that I neglect her love works against 
my benefit
I'm scarred, we normally divide like a fraction
because I blame my new broad for my old one's actions
so I admit, its not you, baby it's me
I should've told u my past comes with some debris
might trust to a degree, that don't mean we can't excel
just subconsciously protecting myself, cant u tell?
got personal reasons not to give u my trust
like if you ever do cheat, it wont hurt that much
it was suspected, my way to stay protected
Like How I'm suppose to duck when the punch wasn't expected ... I 
mean'
I know you get bitter when I accuse you
I know I'm a bit different then what you're used to
So I emotionally bruise you, but don't be alarmed, you can snooze 
through.. ughhh
I know you hate the fame, that things that it brings
The groupies and the games, except the money and the rings
The Hotel lobbies, the life on the road, you wish it was a hobby - but nah 
You leave now, you wont be forgiven
If you aint got dreams, what's the point of living
I promise imma' make it, but you gotta start believing, that's why I'm so 
driven,
with no fucks given imma ride, if you so decide, to not be my side
ill do this shit myself
if you haven't met my sick days, you wont meet my health
if you haven't met my poverty, you wont meet my wealth
so I'm gone, to the spotlight, its right where I belong
saying shit, I don't condone, yeah its lonely on the throne
don't be asking to come home, don't be blowing up my phone
you're someone I disowned, like shit, you should've known
yeah, you should've known that, now you want the old me, throwback
left you behind like a cross over
sometimes you gotta burn bridges not to cross over
so I embrace my imperfections
don't need your approval, don't care bout perception
she looks at my direction
she thinks I look good
my ex screams objection
I say it's overruled, ha
I think my stylist wanta' murk me
I'm looking fresh to death and these bitches so thirsty
miss bartender will you pass me a drink
I'm a little stressed out, and this shit don't let me think
so I wanta take shots till its too hard to blink
and all I do is fucking mumble because my mouth aint in sync .. with my 
brain
what I do to deal with pain
I write a couple bars, down a bottle of rozay
got nothing nice to say, so I'm gone with no repent
and I wont take shit back, I'm just trying to vent