"Ventilation, Pt. 2" lyrics
Came along way from blowing blunts up at live oak
Can't even remember the last time that I smoked
Hot boy shit we were sucka' ducking the 5-0
Whipping with no L's, I think that we should drive slow
Mobbin' my mommas Buick, going stupid heavily influenced by the music, nigga Mack Dre
The come down off a thizz pill will have you Carl Thomas emotional on a bad day
Lookin for the answers we should prolly ask sway in the morning
Searching for that money that be fast paced
Pops always told me keep some stashed away
But it's hard as a youngin' when you seein' youngin' pass away
Or that blue and red take they ass away
A young nigga who beat the fuck out the odds like I'm Cassius Clay
In a time most rappers could pass as gay
I been me so miss me with masquerade , and the nonsense
Your small talk is nonsense
What Ronnie be tell me about lifers and convicts
And how emotional his mom gets when people bring up the time that he's facin' it's a bomb hit like every time
When I rap it's like my palms itch every time
A bomb hit every line and I be I landmine
Now watch how I blow up
I work hard ain't got no luck half the battle is to show up
But people too scared to follow through on they dreams
Or fall victim to what a mother fucker'll think
Fuck no
I'm far to focused to trip,in fact, look how far I made it being big black with dreads and the fans just want more of me
Cause now a days they won't hang you on a tree just for the tree
Got the tunnel vision on important things
Soaking up game and absorbing things
Higher frequencies, those sort of things
Rexx Life nigga know I'd die for this
You sniffing lines, I put my life on the line for this
Third eye wide ancient hymn and the hieroglyphs
You behind a computer dropping hate that's anonymous
No respect in that
That sucka' shit is unheard of in a generation where everybody just wanna turn up
Turn down and get a job
Stop perpin' like you rich we know you broker than a bitch
Tryin to hide behind an Instagram flick, hand full of borrowed money and gun that you'll never shoot
I never trust a bitch who think that shit cute
You hoes lost in the loop need to get lost in the truth
I found myself at the Berkeley Marina
High as a motherfucker while smokin' with Tina
She said I should be more present I live in the past
But it's hard when motherfuckers that you thought held you down, held you down
You should know I'm still trippin
(Know I'm still trippin' I'm still here)
You should know I'm still trippin'
I went through some shit in my past, pops said don't ever look back
Fuck that I'm still
You should know I'm still trippin'
You should know I'm still trippin'
People I thought held me down, just held me down
Can't even remember the last time that I smoked
Hot boy shit we were sucka' ducking the 5-0
Whipping with no L's, I think that we should drive slow
Mobbin' my mommas Buick, going stupid heavily influenced by the music, nigga Mack Dre
The come down off a thizz pill will have you Carl Thomas emotional on a bad day
Lookin for the answers we should prolly ask sway in the morning
Searching for that money that be fast paced
Pops always told me keep some stashed away
But it's hard as a youngin' when you seein' youngin' pass away
Or that blue and red take they ass away
A young nigga who beat the fuck out the odds like I'm Cassius Clay
In a time most rappers could pass as gay
I been me so miss me with masquerade , and the nonsense
Your small talk is nonsense
What Ronnie be tell me about lifers and convicts
And how emotional his mom gets when people bring up the time that he's facin' it's a bomb hit like every time
When I rap it's like my palms itch every time
A bomb hit every line and I be I landmine
Now watch how I blow up
I work hard ain't got no luck half the battle is to show up
But people too scared to follow through on they dreams
Or fall victim to what a mother fucker'll think
Fuck no
I'm far to focused to trip,in fact, look how far I made it being big black with dreads and the fans just want more of me
Cause now a days they won't hang you on a tree just for the tree
Got the tunnel vision on important things
Soaking up game and absorbing things
Higher frequencies, those sort of things
Rexx Life nigga know I'd die for this
You sniffing lines, I put my life on the line for this
Third eye wide ancient hymn and the hieroglyphs
You behind a computer dropping hate that's anonymous
No respect in that
That sucka' shit is unheard of in a generation where everybody just wanna turn up
Turn down and get a job
Stop perpin' like you rich we know you broker than a bitch
Tryin to hide behind an Instagram flick, hand full of borrowed money and gun that you'll never shoot
I never trust a bitch who think that shit cute
You hoes lost in the loop need to get lost in the truth
I found myself at the Berkeley Marina
High as a motherfucker while smokin' with Tina
She said I should be more present I live in the past
But it's hard when motherfuckers that you thought held you down, held you down
You should know I'm still trippin
(Know I'm still trippin' I'm still here)
You should know I'm still trippin'
I went through some shit in my past, pops said don't ever look back
Fuck that I'm still
You should know I'm still trippin'
You should know I'm still trippin'
People I thought held me down, just held me down
