Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ventilation, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Mood Muzik 3 (The Album), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.10.2015
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
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» |
| The rap game as is either you on some snap shit |
| Or plan ol' stuck in a different decade like the brat is |
| I hear niggas joints and take it personal WHY |
| Now everybody want to spit about their personal lives |
| Before that was none existent |
| Me I’m an addict with an addition for anything that seems to cause friction |
| Maybe I’m in a relationship with bad Karma |
| What her past the somber maybe I attract drama yeah |
| Undoubtedly my life is on some VH1 shit |
| Just adding some salt and pepper to reality while |
| Other artistes is obsessed with more toys |
| Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz’s there lost boys |
| Un I kept brushing off my shoulder till the chip was going |
| Left the benz at the dealers till the kit was on |
| I don’t feel niggas songs |
| So while ya’ll at the awards I’m loading up on ratches that’s the tip I’m on |
| Flow is on acid I swear I would have the game mastered if I wasn’t so busy |
| carrying baggage |
| Calling god a bastard |
| Calvin look way different in person then they had him looking in his casket |
| I’m looking in his casket like he had no face |
| I was at a lost for words like fiasco gate |
| So I figured I say a prayer for em got on my knees quick |
| And realized «I DON’T EVER PRAY UNTIL I NEED SHIT» |
| My soul akin trying to stay low maintains |
| I’m stuck in hell waiting on blessing with no patience |
| I done made the ave hot |
| Been had as stab shot |
| Waiting on my jackpot |
| Always been a have not |
| Always been an under dog little guy still try |
| Cause I think I’m a cash cow they treat me like I’m milk dry |
| Juggling nickels and dime I’m walking a fine line |
| Sometimes you got to just breath maybe give time, time |
| Give me a sign kind of shock he won’t |
| See I want another baby but my pockets don’t |
| Normally that wouldn’t bother me |
| Till I wake up and get the paper and read some rich nigga won the lottery |
| Young black and shameless |
| Shorty keep beefing about the same shit almost like yelling her second language |
| Why do I entertain it |
| Listen we been arguing about everything for ages do it ever change shit |
| Wind up igging each other for the whole week |
| It’s a lot of men in this world baby you chose me like I chose you |
| We been rocking for years you signed up your not a victim you’re a volunteer it |
| weird |
| Not a cheater on occasion still fuck a bitch |
| Who knows why maybe just to be covered |
| I’m me she her we both had enough of it but won’t leave |
| We the only ones who put up with it |
| In all areas its like my stocks crashing |
| Wishing all these old motherfuckers would stop rapping |
| Trying to be tasteful |
| Not mad or hateful |