Ventura (feat. VYB Esco)

Gotta make time for your loved ones though Cause sometimes you go to sleep and the sun don't show You know if crunch time come, then the gun gon' blow Shit, I'll get it done, bitch, I will if they won't Shit, why are people losing hope I'm in the studio, just tryna hit a goal or two You know I'm fly as fucking UFOs Over 500 songs go through my notes They don't want it, Recorded on Logic Desktop icon, made me iconic Ayy, now I get head like a bonnet Yeah, bitch, whenever it's wanted You ain't sayin' shit, then why the fuck you speakin' In the presence of the choir, why the fuck you preachin' They gon' hate and hate some more, but they just reachin' Had a boring week, but that's your littest weekend Overstay my welcome, I don't plan on leavin' I've been chiefin', chiefin', havin' trouble breathin' Tryna keep up with myself, I'm always speedin' Bout to beat your fuckin' ass, Liam Neeson Double E, Esco, Edicius You know we killin' shit, godly, omnipotent Bitch, 1-8-7 to my innocence In a minute, he gon' throw a hissy fit, the hair trigger flip You know the pistol kick, and everything I say is makin' bitches trip I really love the feelin', hope it's never endin' Epidemic, I'm shuttin' shit down I was broke, ice on my wrist now Real player, I will not get benched out Ya'll gon' know when Esco is in town I was broke, ice on my wrist now Iso Iso, I'ma call this bitch out Cuban on my neck, weighin' eight pounds They can't wait for the day I skip town I was broke, ice on my wrist now Iso Iso, I'ma call this bitch out Cuban on my neck, weighin' eight pounds They can't wait for the day I skip town It's the John Wick of long dick, givin' y'all some insight Fuck a tall tale, y'all frail givin' y'all the smoke that'll clog up your windpipe I've been on ten, not the one you wanna see on the back nine Jason Mask and the gloves on, shit that'll keep you in a still fright Runnin' and stumblin' think I'm on your heels right now Pipe down, 'fore I hit you with a steel knife With a slight frown, but I'm feelin' like I did right by me Back to these lyrics that come from the Double E-dicius, killin shit Esco to back this man up, feel so alive and omnipotent Get on the track and perform a miracle like Jesus did Crossing me, might end up buried six stories deep, wet up like six orgy scenes Wouldn't that be legit, features I always pick All of the dopest artists, they been killing it Never worried bout someone sending shots, like the quickest way to consume spirits in Side of a small time frame, do or die my mind state But you couldn't get the picture with like five frames Been the realest and nothin' can make that all change I was broke, ice on my wrists now Iso Iso, I'ma call this bitch out Cuban on my neck, weighin' eight pounds They can't wait for the day I skip town I was broke, ice on my wrists now Iso Iso, I'ma call this bitch out Cuban on my neck, weighin' eight pounds They can't wait for the day I skip town I was broke, ice on my wrists now Iso Iso, I'ma call this bitch out Cuban on my neck, weighin' eight pounds They can't wait for the day I skip town I was broke, ice on my wrists now Iso Iso, I'ma call this bitch out Cuban on my neck, weighin' eight pounds They can't wait for the day I skip town