Venting

(LA Beats) RV Soon as I turned 18, feds had me in Feltham doin' up chart show Judge put seven on my back, Ronaldo '018, went back 'cause I'm savage, came home, hit 21 in the charts though Told my tailor he gotta leave room for the G19 when he pattern these cargos Make it beat like Amapiano I don't care if he's purple or green, put a shell inside, avocado Made Mercedes money on my pedal bike, them times, I didn't have a car though T house settings weren't fit to live in, if that was now, I would've shout Kwajo (haha) Thought he was a real nigga, but he's a bitch like Darkoo (bitch) If I was down to my last pound, still would've gave bro 50P And he switched on me, all I can do is kiss my teeth Let me sip my tea and wait for the hitters to get you (just wait) No one can intervene, I put that on my sister's nephew Where's the sexy girl that love gunman? (Where?) You know that's my type, my man said he's gon' touch man Yo, that's a Y (Y), fire, fire (fire, fire) We fight fire with fire (fire) When I wave my stick, I ain't conducting a choir (no) Should I be repentin', or on a revenge ting? (Should I? Should I?) Is the love real, or are they pretending? (Is it real? Is it real?) I don't wanna be famous, why the fuck's my video trending? (Why? Why?) Do I really love uptown, or do I miss the ends ting? All of these questions, I ain't got answers, so I'm just venting I was in my cell with the pen and the notepad Now I open the Notes app (quickly) All them years in jail, PTSD, I don't wanna go back Got caught waps on a bad day, more time, I don't lack (no) And you know that (glee) Stay with a glee like Kodak Don't come out here if you got no wap (don't) All the niggas I cheffed up, I chef a book for the recipes (ching) D-d-do it like Pac-Man, give it more energy Make your brethrens have to pour Hennessy (R.I.P.) Pray I don't get drawn out, I don't want no more enemies I'm tryna be a better me Fans tell me I should up the work rate, imagine that And if I wanted to rap in the first place, I'd back my chap (true) Never did dash if it weren't jakes (never), slangin' packs I put crack on the streets, no earthquake, no cap, no cap Allah's my witness How can I ask for forgiveness and still live haram for the litness? Should be reading Psalms or the scriptures (I should) Got beef with some old friends, gotta crop half of my pictures Had to let go of the past before I got a palm full of blisters Should I be repentin', or on a revenge ting? (Should I? Should I?) Is the love real, or are they pretending? (Is it real? Is it real?) I don't wanna be famous, why the fuck's my video trending? (Why? Why?) Do I really love uptown, or do I miss the ends ting? All of these questions, I ain't got answers, so I'm just venting