The Vent

Basquiat, It’s the same old shit
It’s the same old shit
It’s the same old same old
Basquiat, It’s the same old shit
It’s the same old shit
It’s the same old same old
Yall can keep the bitches I just want the millions
Old rapping ass nigga been doin' it for a minute
Say hello to black pilgrims
Say hello to the land where you get away with murder
When it come to the black children
These niggas ain’t shit, these niggas ain’t real
These niggas ain’t trying to hear ya, mm
Profiling cause of my appearence so
I stopped giving a fuck and start giving them a reason
Not to give one neither
We started living it up, told them don’t come to my decisions
If you don’t understand my reasons
Had to drop out of school, momma don’t love me no mo'
No money for food, ain’t got a place to call home
Still making it look good
Now everybody know me and eddie Van Gogh like theo my bro
Turn my back to the suckerpunch
All my childhood memories can I breathe
Papa left me waiting by the door a hundred times
Been over ten years still can’t get it right
I know wouldn’t shy, mama cry mama die
Mama sigh, mama say «we gone be alright»
So I need more white bitches for the dark nights
And I need more middle fingers to the police
My whole life I been tryna live that Hov life
That get money make em think you sold your soul life
But fell accustomed to sleepin' on the floor life
That’s why we stay high for the lowlights
And look forward to being blinded by the strobe lights
I hope my head don’t get too big for the jumbotron
HMM, don’t get too big big for the jumbotron
I hope my head don’t get too big for the jumbotron Ahhhh!
I’m drunk as fuck all the the time
I’ll piss on your stylist and your clothing line
Real nigga just basking in the ambiance
I’ll shit on your mom and your entourage
Don’t get too big for the jumbotron
Don’t get too big for the jumbotron
I hope my head don’t get too big for the jumbotron
Jumbotron jumbo-jumbotron AAAHHHHHHHHH!