Venting lyrics

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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse]
What the f*ck you do for me?
Ain't nobody help me get through all this sh*t 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 dog 'nem through a screen
This lil' b*tch 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 n*ggas can get this sh*t, 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, n*gga, 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, n*gga, they flyin' 'em to me
n*ggas 'round this b*tch hatin' like hoes, I could sign 'em to me
My n*gga, I'm just ventin'
Ridin' 'round this b*tch, day dreamin' 'bout a million
n*ggas think I made it, they keep askin' how I'm feelin', askin' how I feel
I told 'em regular, the sh*t I rap about, I do that sh*t 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
b*tch, quit sayin' you love me, how I know that sh*t 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 n*gga 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 sh*t, then you can leave me
[Chorus]
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