INKomplete Beats - Ventilation lyrics

Hey, hey, hey Mane vibe wit me, vibe wit me heyyy Yeah Look here Listen An instrumental and my notes every key I type, I see my life This sh** get groundbreaking when I be on ice Disrupting calls I'm like Dawit you my dawg, but I might not hit the bar ima be all night Jus tell the homies not to be all hype And tell my momma we gon be alright Or even better she gon see all ice Jus throw me on a f**in a stage wit them neon lights Then bounce a n***a state to state like Takeo Spikes Put me on flights, show me I'm nice or somethin Would it be alright if he not fighting for nothin? Hell nah! Check ya leaders Only eatin what they feed ya Grown a** gettin carried like some fetuses And that's slang for disrespect, mane I'll split ya vest and lift ya chest Oh sh** they all swelling Preaching a system that been done lost feelin Ya brainwashed nd ya hearts prosthetic Real and fake don't go together ain't no way they offsetting Souls gon be obsolete I'm callin it, callin it aye Yeah, I'm callin it, callin it Souls gon be obsolete I'm call- They tell me you gots to chill, spit that bullsh** and make a mill But I kno the people listening, got to tell em how I feel f** a deal! Cause we gon get there when we get there Swear these sounds don't make no sense here I'm Evander wit that split ear sh** here's excruciating don't you debate it, I'm mutilated Tracks got no substance what they been doin to music lately? Its too inflated with gimmicks im bouta do a Brady Boy "Pop that p**y, Pop that p**y" won't subdue the ladies Just lines written Well who am I kidding? Till these women know their worth I'm on a suicide mission Ride with me (uh) Don't nobody side wit me, when ya go against the grain f** a road to instant fame use ya brain Take me away from the pain This crazy world ain't no place for the sane it's sucha shame boy (yeah) Say take me away from the pain This crazy world ain't no place for the sane it's sucha shame, look This art of mine from this heart of mine is hard to find A gift from god so it's all divine I'm inclined, to guarantee I can handle the keys When y'all on edge feeling Thelma Louise I got the means to proceed They wanna say the only way to succeed Is if you got the dough to turn diplomas into degrees It's greed Ventilation, get relief with a beat and every verse make it easy to breathe Just what you need here Yeah It's what you need here