The Vent Songtext

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!

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

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!

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!

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

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!