The Vent
Kobra
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So tell me what it's like, what it's like I just might f*ck it once or maybe f*ck it twice I'm talking 'bout the game that is all about the life I'm talking 'bout the ones that is all about the knife That'll stab you in your back, always trying to get attached Always trying to get attack, always trying to get some racks from you Always trying to know your daily stacks from you that's some scoobie snacks for you hoes That will always be there when a nigga low I know you bitches know that a nigga always come back like a Ricch and Millie flow What you really know? What it's like to have a comeback plan and have it really blow Like a hot table stove, I'm a hot nigga know I'ma rock nigga go, I ain't gon never sell my soul only God got the codes Tell it to the coach I'm a new player in the game of thrones in this life style Ever had the niggas try to tell you, you not that you not this? Ever had them bitches tell you, you not him you not it? Even when they got consequences to fix? Trying to put all them problems on you and shit like Like that's my problem but I went out the way to do so, I went out the way to hold it down I went out the way to do this and try to put the crown on top of my head because I know I'm that nigga at the end of the day You the one who's feeling a way I'm just fast and quick on my feet like I'm Cassius Clay I'm the one who put the smile on your face when the cash done came When you made those mistakes and had nobody to blame But it's all good I know it's all bad now Know you trying to hit my phone I know you probably sad now know it's too late I know you know it's too late I know you probably want a nigga back you claim that you hate I know you rather be around some niggas who nothing but fake I know you posting on the medias in hopes to make me pay In hopes to make me stray away from things that make me great In hopes to f*ck up my day and are trying to make me hate And they try to regulate the shit they put on my name When they wasn't saying shit before when they was giving me brain I'm the entertainment for these hoes that's why the niggas hate me The shit ain't even the same it's like I got opps on both sides This shit is giving them pain, nothing else to gain You done run circles round the circus you ain't the same Or you can run around rich and full of paper planes Or you can run around skirts and all Kurt Cobain Hurt the same like the shit purpling, rub it until it feels better circling Walk with a purpose man no nervous man can ever hold the torch to defend his Calabasas with the sun I'ma let it go when I had my fun Right now I'm on the go like I'm shooting out a gun Right now I'm on the run like I'm running from the bums Right now I'm sticking through like some chopsticks in a bun Right now I got some issues that may probably weigh a ton
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