Venting In Vetements

Let the bridges you burn light ya way Please forgive me Let the bridges you burn light ya way Please forgive me I'm venting in vetements ya picture my desktop I gave my life to the game like I'm Brett farve Throw my 4s up high ocho the lane gang Pillow talking to a cold bitch is a No no code uno you broke it A cold bitch and I can't trust it She try to pop it when I'm poppin baby I don't want it I ain't fronting shorty point me to the money Cuz my sister had another surgery on her stomach And I'm tryna tell my momma quit hit job next Sunday Tryna build houses with my dad in Kumasi I'm tryna race the Ferrari with west in the mazi I can see a king in the mirror with inherited wealth But I keep comparing it to all the plaques not on the shelf And I ain't see the worth Gift and curse That hearse circle round brain more than several times Until i realize your life worth several lives Stay wise what I learned from my ghetto ties All the things I scene with these ghetto eyes Street signs and yellow lines what a wicked time They tryna kill us so why should I just quit Die I rather ride into glittered sky Ride out niggas ride out I ain't spoke to Diarra since California Just know ya mom in prayers I know that GOD is working on you; one of the illest I'm In my feelings and Christian Dior slippers still the realest still That nigga that you wondering Mitchy bring the thunder in