Testo The Vent Part 2

OK, look me in my real eyes
Who would you realize?
That these rappers talking to you, telling real lies
Came a long way from bagging up no addicts
Now I go to wars, and sometimes I fly in private
My heart I let you pick inside it
And then I close it up
Sometimes our thoughts are suicidal, it's time to open up Most of my homies are all locked up and gone away
So I rap my heart out and try to provide a better way
Better days are coming, I wish that they could bear with me
So all the blessing that I get, take a share with me
They think my life is all great, because the bills pay
But I got three seats that I gotta still raise
Shit, don't mind me, I'm just thinking out loud
And most these rappers tramp, so Imma take ‘em all out.
When you see me I bow, bitch, your king is in your presence
I'm a David to you Goliaths
Cause I ain't speaking to you peasants
I could get you give rap like a present,
I ain't playing, nigga
I'm a changed nigga, but yet I'm still the same nigga
Scope on the riffle, good aim, nigga Don't give me your weezing, ‘cause I could tell you how to frame, nigga
Lame nigga I never was, I move my bitch better
Cause I've touched a lot of women, it's hard to find forever love
If you ain't my circle, grab your plates, it's almost time to grow up
And we gonna scrape the plate and rape the bank until our time is up!
I run till I find one, with a divine touch
So if you try to see me or beat me, you better find luck!
I run till I find one, with a divine touch
So if you try to see me or beat me, you better find luck!

Gudda. Is that shit that gave you goose bumps,
Is that shit that gave you goose bumps,
Yeah! Is that shit that gave you goose bumps,
You heard Gudda, try to move something.