[Intro]
(Ooh, Rell)
Alright
KrispyLife, n***a
I'ma call this one Venting 101
Look

[Verse 1]
Ballin' on these n***as gotta be my favorite sport
Why these n***as act so tough, but change in court?
Used to be 1738, now it's Taylor Port
These n***as, they finished, they done, gotta stick a fork

[Interlude]
As long as I know I kept it real
I'm out here
Fuck how it play out
Alright

[Verse 2]
I'm me, I made me, n***a, this my situation
This rap, this what I do, n***a, this my dedication
I had to get my weight up, Stripper by Pooter, had to get it shakin'
I'm crazy through this bitch, I need medication
At a Pistons game high in the air in a skybox
My Indian homie got on sandals, he don't like socks
In Chicago bettin' on baseball, I got the White Sox
I was gеttin' money back when Big Homie had thе hightops
I'm just tryna get a nut, lil' squirrel off of Ice Age
You tryna get a feature, come on, brodie, what's your price range?
Last birthday, dropped a piece, I was at the Ice Age
When I was sixteen, I dropped Cartis with the ice frames
You a ho, you get cheated at your dice games
I started goin' up, then I seen the price change
I can really read these n***as, I'm on the ninth page
I know you hard, but it's gon' be hard to fight flames
Same n***as get fame and forget who they came with
I'm still with the same n***as that I ran my first fade with
You fall out with your n***as over hoes on some lame shit
I know some n***as who had the 'bows and made a lane switch
[Interlude]
I know some n***as who get big bags
I'm talkin' 'bout big bags and don't break none of they team off
Then as soon as somebody ask for somethin', they get to lookin' at 'em like they crazy
Man, you was just sayin' when we was fucked up how you was—
Like how you couldn't wait 'til you got the bag and put everybody on
Now you got the bag, you actin' funny with it
Pussy

[Verse 3]
Never seen a money truck chase a hearse
Nowadays, n***as only preach real shit in a verse
Huh, but it gets worse
Get a lil' fame, get to dressin' weird, wearin' purses

[Outro]
I ain't catch no attitude, like, it don't bother me
Like, I don't think about it that much
I'm just like, damn, I used to call some of you n***as my homies
I don't got no friends in this shit
This shit all business
But at the end of the day, I'm just venting