"Vent" lyrics

I'm doing good, I can't complain
If you was in my shoes, you'd probably say the same
And all the ladies love me, they love to say my name
It's funny how one year of fame can make your life change
So I soak it up, and I keep pushing
Everybody eating off my plate, so I keep cooking
No need to worry, I was built for it
No need for sleep, I'm up working while you niggas snoring
But still I'm slept on, the most underrated
The streets most favorite, slash most hated
I walk a thin line, and still level headed
Hard boddied, real nigga, thurrobread
I'm doing fine, plus I'm feeling better
This year is mine, last year I tried to tell them
But they ain't listen to me, why? That's my only question
I put my all on the mic, when I make any session
They say a drunk mind, speak sober thoughts
With that being said, I'm better than all of y'all
Spit fire molotovs, shining like [?]
Take a chicken, then I flip it like a summersalt
That means I'm flipping, stack the chips and take a summer off
And throw the money in the air, make the summer fall
Damn, make it rain on these faggets
And I ain't tripping on this rap game, you can have it
It's plenty ways to get it, and I'm a straight hustler
Watching for you leaches, and all you bloodsuckers
Young Money army, Cash Money navy
Weezy is the president, the boss man is Baby
Gudda