Intro 3 Peat

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Rell) Alright KrispyLife, nigga I'ma call this one Venting 101 Look [Verse 1] Ballin' on these niggas gotta be my favorite sport Why these niggas act so tough, but change in court? Used to be 1738, now it's Taylor Port These niggas, they finished, they done, gotta stick a fork [Interlude] As long as I know I kept it real I'm out here Fuck how it play out Alright [Verse 2] I'm me, I made me, nigga, this my situation This rap, this what I do, nigga, this my dedication I had to get my weight up, Stripper by Pooter, had to get it shakin' I'm crazy through this bitch, I need medication At a Pistons game high in the air in a skybox My Indian homie got on sandals, he don't like socks In Chicago bettin' on baseball, I got the White Sox I was gеttin' money back when Big Homie had thе hightops I'm just tryna get a nut, lil' squirrel off of Ice Age You tryna get a feature, come on, brodie, what's your price range? Last birthday, dropped a piece, I was at the Ice Age When I was sixteen, I dropped Cartis with the ice frames You a ho, you get cheated at your dice games I started goin' up, then I seen the price change I can really read these niggas, I'm on the ninth page I know you hard, but it's gon' be hard to fight flames Same niggas get fame and forget who they came with I'm still with the same niggas that I ran my first fade with You fall out with your niggas over hoes on some lame shit I know some niggas who had the 'bows and made a lane switch [Interlude] I know some niggas who get big bags I'm talkin' 'bout big bags and don't break none of they team off Then as soon as somebody ask for somethin', they get to lookin' at 'em like they crazy Man, you was just sayin' when we was fucked up how you was— Like how you couldn't wait 'til you got the bag and put everybody on Now you got the bag, you actin' funny with it Pussy [Verse 3] Never seen a money truck chase a hearse Nowadays, niggas only preach real shit in a verse Huh, but it gets worse Get a lil' fame, get to dressin' weird, wearin' purses [Outro] I ain't catch no attitude, like, it don't bother me Like, I don't think about it that much I'm just like, damn, I used to call some of you niggas my homies I don't got no friends in this shit This shit all business But at the end of the day, I'm just venting