ventilation

time goes by

puffing on lie

hopping that it gets me by

got a nigga going crazy

we call this on e ventilation

some niggas wanted to kill me

got locked up and never found me so my goal is to catch a charge in that same county

picture me getting bumped for a silly hand off

the bullpens fucked up just as willie randolph see

i could pop a few nickel plated glocks to

it's easier to kill niggas than it is not to

i let the pot grew

then the plot grew

it the labels job to label you don't fit it and they'll drop you

finally made a move on something i been saw

sometimes you got to lose the fight if you trying to win the war

i'm focused on tomorrow

i'm done seeing my friends in the rearview thing we really closer than we are

fuck the record label

no relation or correlation all my admiration just turned aggravation they say

how you sit so long when you spew classics?

i tell niggas i can't understand it that's blue magic"