J.O. - Ventilate lyrics

LYRICS Bridge: Ask why I don't call, cuz ion't have no reason to Ask why I don't ball, cuz ion't have no reason to f**in wit yo bars, ion't have no reason to Not shooting for stars, ion't have no reason to Hook: Ion't have no, ion't ion't have no reason to (4x) Verse (KaBoo): Naw, ion't got a f**in reason Bishes ask my n***as why I'm always f**in leaving Why? Cuz ion't f** witchu I got enough to do I got a double dose of problems that's enough for two Or that's enough for three like I be Steph Curry I be cheffin in the pot if she f** wit me And she get love from me if she got love for me What you know bout dese... Got eem! Bills in my house like Hilary Rodham Is sitting on my counter, I owe a lot of money To Sallie Mae and the government, if I meet her in the club I never give my government, name I say "they call me KaBoo," life gave me some lemons so I got us the juice Man it's me and Jnoogs, if you wanna ride the wave then hop on the caboose and be one with the crew Give a damn what you do, I don't have reason to f** everything up then we throw up the deuce Got you feeling this sh** like I spit with ma**euse Take an L to the head but I refuse to lose, woh Gold chalice, turn up wit my woes No balance, Nikes on my toes Ba** up, windows down as I ride slow f** with a gawd from Chicago-o-o I never had no reason to be timid I'm always sippin quick so I be in it I never did believe in any limits Like we could blow the world at any minute Bridge Hook Verse (J.O.) My silver tongue, my golden bars, my platinum records Never get it, Hendrix guitar, when I'm rockin on the microphone My microphone historic, when I spit it When I'm running thru the green it's all forest Women in the whip that I'm whippin all foreign Gorgeous! If we talking about the Benjamins you know I'm all for it Walking wit the gawds, up with the squad Schramm in the crib shooting video Malt with Biddies on b roll KaBoo hit the footwork, he off that juice Reason in the Rhyme like a lime and Corona Coke in my Captain, oh Captain my Captain KaBoo pa** the bar then we all in the Lincoln Back in the Lou in lieu of underage drinking All in the crowd and we singing "Know your rhyme, know your reason Don't have no time, we out here dreaming I'm on my grind, I'm on my grind Know your rhyme, know your reason Don't have no time...don't have no time We out here dreaming