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Tory Lanez

The Vent

 

The Vent

(album: Sorry 4 What - 2022)


Yeah (You make me believe, ooh)
Start this shit off right (You make me believe, yeah, yeah)
(Make me believe)
Why don't we? (Make me believe)
(You make me believe)
Oh, man, oh man (You make me believe)
Feels good though (Make me believe)

Listen
Everybody's a critic, shit, everybody can get it
Got all these plaques on the wall, man, every car that I sit in and sat and slid in exhaust
Six ceilings, the engine, ceilings with stars, nigga, of course, I'm
Venitian Bridge driving, 395 and more alive than I have ever been, spinning night in some time
Did some tussling with thugger friends, but fuck it then, we can't each other brother 'til somebody fight but nobody die?
I see grey clouds, covered in skies, cover my eyes
Variety, Time magazine cover, cover with lies
Who is paying Rolling Stone for these covers and stories?
Smuggle with more than a bunch of lies, their cheese truffled with fries, I
Started this year with Madonna inside my DM, new condo, it's for my BM
I sit back and double track on that statement, I started caking and then cocked in the colosseum
Ain't it crazy how life changes? I was popped and now I got the princess of pop on my pages, making statements, it's outrageous
It's like Madonna, mama, after all them people you kissed, we couldn't have did this over a dinner date with some steaks?
I'm going too far, damn, there goes my kiss on the stage
I'm re-cutting my keys, put pad on my sleeve
Leathers in back on my V's, steppers in back of my seats
Lawyer, I'm smacking the fee, I'm so in tact when I speak
Flowing so off of the wall, I'm Mike Jack' on the beat
Bitches still jacking my D
They look at Tory like, "He done invented the NFT"
They tried to put me in a box, I said, "Fuck it, I'ma create a small circle then carve my way out the center and then I'm free"
I put more feet on you niggas neck than a centepede, I'm cold as December breeze
Catch me sleeping on niggas, no anesthesia
And I'm ducking all the Jezebels and Genevieves
Uber eats to ten degrees, triple H, my pedigree
Rappers sit in studio and talk about my moves and how I move
I'm out fucking their bitches, it's how I do, that's how I knew
I get the glance of their eye, the "Hey" and the "How are you?"
Soon as the dick get in 'em, infos start to spilling, listen
I'm like Frank White, selling real bass
I'm not scared of Twitter, it's not a real place
I give a damn about a opp all on the Instagram
Ten reservated dinners, sitting with my bitches, laying (Ow, mm, yeah)
I still stop when I go, how am I hot when it's cold?
They said I was blackballed, my black balls started to show
I feel like I'm on mission, CJ, ride to the Grove, I'm on time and it shows
And Jay just bought the Lambo, 290/two hundred ninety, he glowing
And fuck a time, shit, I rather share time with my homies
Y'all niggas lost worth like putting diamonds on Rollies
Slime green paint on the Urus, I'm still driving the homies
And some of y'all favorite celebrity bitches, fuck me in private, they hate me in public
Imagine the state of discussion, they say, "Soon as your court case over, my label say it's cool that we dating in public"
I'm like, "Nah, fuck it, I already fucked it"
And by that time I'll be overseas sipping tea and crumpets
I wore the face that you niggas could laugh at, felt like Tyler Perry, Madea's jumpers
I'm warming up, pre-heat the oven, y'all see me coming
Who the next celeb to mention me?
Instagram and Twitter tweets, I'ma see 'em eventually
If they say my name, they better say, "He the best" next to me
I just gave the rap game the recipe to NFT and please
Fuck niggas, stop telling me who I sound like
Telling me I sound like, ten different dudes
When them ten different dudes don't sound alike
How that even makes sense? This shit ain't even sounding right
Fargo
For real, I'm saying

We spending like the last days (Ha, haha)
We moving like the last train in Paris
It's on the train tracks, and it's moving
We rich forever
I can't celebrate my past ways
Not when we living in these last days (Haha, ha)
You telling me, "Have faith, have faith, have faith"

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