From the recording Vent (Prod. Notiz YONG)

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Notiz YONG - Vent (Prod. Notiz YONG)
Written, produced, engineered by: Notiz YONG

Lyrics

Push me to the edge and you the one asking what's wrong homie,
If I shut the fuck up then it means please do not fuck with me,
Damned if 30s gon be my midlife,
But life is unpredictable more reason I can't waste mine,
So why would you get the time of day,
When I was put on hold it always was a waiting game,
Played your advantage best you can against my pay,
Check ain't ever going up neither my money or name's got a raise,
Damn it I do need a change,
Without bitches tryna control me and decide my lane,
Like you get a say in any fucking thing I do,
This what comes with dealing with an actual artist guess you had no clue,
A platform provided for those that lack the most,
All a numbers game some rather sell out just to boast,
Fastfoward to what you done saved has now gone ghost,
And what you left with serving the drinks that Im gon toast

It's a celebration bitches,
And ain't none of y'all are invited,
Feel free to come for all my riches,
No worry my G cuz I ain't got shit,
It's my celebration bitches,
And ain't none of yall are invited,
Made myself comfy fuck where I fit in,
Keep the world in the palm of my hands I'll let the light in

Prideful mothafucka I was born as,
Been nice giving you rookies a pass,
But not the same class,
We sit in none of yall should be gassed,
Thinking a stained glass,
Painted portrait gon bring out the mass,
And have em all praising what you giving half assed,
Beyond a needy mofucka always asking for daps,
My lil baby been extra mobile but won't nod to that trash,
Yall bout as dope as who you hang with until you get ashed,
Cash advance or I ain't showing up,
Cuz you promoters always out of luck,
Just going by what they say when it's time to pay on up,
Excuses on top of one another yall talk too much,
Size me up,
Big body bigger target ain't scaring nobody if you finna steal my bucks,
Matter fact hold that weight feel how a star does,
Be star struck then blown away like saw dust,
There's no us

It's a celebration bitches,
And ain't none of y'all are invited,
Feel free to come for all my riches,
No worry my G cuz I ain't got shit,
It's my celebration bitches,
And ain't none of yall are invited,
Made myself comfy fuck where I fit in,
Keep the world in the palm of my hands I'll let the light in