Venting Session lyrics

Ayy.. Dope feigns everywhere, but this my home though
Listen then I copy, conversations of the grown folks
Sellin hard rock, so he armed with a long nose
Watching from the window as he travel down the wrong road
No help, give him any goal and he can reach it
I can beat it, b*tch I'm undefeated, sick and tired of leeches
If I see it then I can achieve it, just gotta believe it
Learned some in my 21 years, but I ain't teachin'
f*ck the preacher and the teacher. I ain't learnin' sh*t
Them n*ggas cappin, they ain't burnin' sh*t
All of that wolfin' make me hop out trynna burn a b*tch
And make yo' whole car j*rk like you learnin' stick off the gate
I ain't rollin sh*t up, I'm catchin phases
Man it ain't nothin' but some smokers and some jays in here
I'm comfortable than a b*tch, I got it made it here
I'm hungry, Ima snatch a n*gga plate in here
Peezy P harder than a Mexican. Heart like a lion b*tch ain't n*gga testin' me (forreal dawg)
Boy thought he was cool, he got the weapon then seen a body drop and tried to turn into a pedestrian
Paid [??????] closin' in on me gotta beat the case
Under covers plottin on a n*gga trynna make a way
Capitalize, Capitalism, up the murder rate
Catch 'em for murder then lock yo' stupid ass behind the gates
They tried to play me, I ain't stupid though
Boy yo' whole clique lyin' bout them murders, Y'all a group of hoes
When he was free he talked down on 'em. Went to the pin then came home and f*cked his b*tch in the booty hole
I know alotta n*ggas suspect. Most of these rapper n*ggas flaw so after me nobody up next
I took yo' b*tch and had a f*ck fest. She said don't smack er' on the rib I told that b*tch I like rough sex
That AR that's my baby there. One bullet eat his head up and turn his afro into baby hair
Ay Peezy come here, you can't stay in there. They hidin' like the hurricane come and smell it in the air
I like fast cars and long clips. I like a b*tch who like playing the quiet game and takin' long trips
Feel like I can hear that purple callin'. Can't ride my wave, like Chris Tucker you on the wrong ship
Auntie cryin' like why they do that. We seen the straight face, but we the ones who got em' blew back
Who that? Oh that's li Wee Wee rentin cars with some crack
Don't like the cars you dealt, I'm givin' em' back
What's the first rule when you under attack?
School dead b*tch my white pants black
If I hand yo' hands I want my hands back
All I see is flames can't hang where we at
If I feel some pressure Ima leave you on the scene, body droppin' with them shells as we empty magazines, where I'm from we on the newspapers not the magazines, On the news only time a n*gga hit the TV screen
If I feel some pressure Ima leave you on the scene, body droppin' with them shells as we empty magazines, where I'm from we on the newspapers not the magazines, On the news only time a n*gga hit the TV screen (Grrarrraa)
Orange Grove.. you already know what it is
OMB... buss a n*gga.. Overkill... (Grrrarrarr)