The Vent

[Intro] Basquiat, It's the same old shit It's the same old shit It's the same old same old Basquiat, It's the same old shit It's the same old shit It's the same old same old [Verse 1] Yall can keep the bitches I just want the millions Old rapping ass nigga been doin' it for a minute Say hello to black pilgrims Say hello to the land where you get away with murder When it come to the black children These niggas ain't shit, these niggas ain't real These niggas ain't trying to hear ya, mm Profiling cause of my appearence so I stopped giving a fuck and start giving them a reason Not to give one neither We started living it up, told them don't come to my decisions If you don't understand my reasons Had to drop out of school, momma don't love me no mo' No money for food, ain't got a place to call home Still making it look good Now everybody know me and eddie Van Gogh like theo my bro Turn my back to the suckerpunch All my childhood memories can I breathe Papa left me waiting by the door a hundred times Been over ten years still can't get it right I know wouldn't shy, mama cry mama die Mama sigh, mama say "we gone be alright" So I need more white bitches for the dark nights And I need more middle fingers to the police My whole life I been tryna live that Hov life That get money make em think you sold your soul life But fell accustomed to sleepin' on the floor life That's why we stay high for the lowlights And look forward to being blinded by the strobe lights I hope my head don't get too big for the jumbotron HMM, don't get too big big for the jumbotron I hope my head don't get too big for the jumbotron Ahhhh! I'm drunk as fuck all the the time I'll piss on your stylist and your clothing line Real nigga just basking in the ambiance I'll shit on your mom and your entourage Don't get too big for the jumbotron Don't get too big for the jumbotron I hope my head don't get too big for the jumbotron Jumbotron jumbo-jumbotron AAAHHHHHHHHH! [Pre-Chorus: 2x] Basquiat, It's the same old shit It's the same old shit It's the same old same old [Chorus] Writing on the wall, I think I'm Basquiat! I think I'm Basquiat A hundred million in a night, I think I'm Basquiat! I think I'm Basquiat They'll understand me when I'm gone, I think I'm Basquiat! I think I'm Basquiat, Basquiat!, Basquiat! [Verse 2] If wasn't for me, you wouldn't talk like that You wouldn't dress like that You wouldn't be who your are You should bow down to me nigga Give thanks to me, you in the pressence of a god You should be honored that I even let you get this close Don't take it too far! uh they pray a nigga fall off, huh I'll prolly still land at the top Back when I was strugglin, thuggin', and pushin' carts Back when I had nothing to show, but working as hard Back when I was fucking and telling these hoes I love em Just so I could get a meal and I had to sleep in my car Shit you could say I was a dog, or just good at playing my part Back when I was tired of it all Sleeping on the floor in them same old draws Reaching for the phone when that lame ho called "remember when you came in raw? Bitch nigga now a child is Involved, Oh and I'm keepin' it partner!" sheesh "Hope you plan on gettin' a job, cause you ain't got no money for abortions, and the music ain't workin', hope you don't be a Deadbeat homie" Before I be that I'll get beat dead homie, eat lead homie The bottom so lonely Was raised at the bottom where they don't play fair Told as a child the only man you fear is the one upstairs My papa wasn't there, same old story same old song I'm doing it for the glory uh, you doing it for the jewelry?? Got a mind full of diamonds, futur still shining Can't afford a rollie but it's all in due timing This shit timeless, I'm too modest We too busy mobbin' ain't nobody stoppin' Too big for the jumbotron huh, don't get too big for the jumbotron I hope my head don't get too big for the jumbotron Don't get too big for the jumbotron jumbotron jumbotron! [Pre-Chorus: 2x ] [Chorus]