Letra de The Vent - Tory Lanez

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 drivin', 395 and more alive than I have ever been, spinnin' night in some time

Did some tusslin' 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 payin' 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 cakin' 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, makin' 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 goin' too far, damn, there goes my kiss on the stage

I'm re-cuttin' my keys, put pad on my sleeve

Leathers in back on my V's, steppers in back of my seats

Lawyer, I'm smackin' the fee, I'm so in tact when I speak

Flowin' so off of the wall, I'm Mike Jack' on the beat

Bitches still jackin' 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 sleepin' on niggas, no anesthesia

And I'm duckin' 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 fuckin' 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 spillin', listen

I'm like Frank White, sellin' 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, sittin' with my bitches, layin' (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 glowin'

And fuck a time, shit, I rather share time with my homies

Y'all niggas lost worth like puttin' diamonds on Rollies

Slime green paint on the Urus, I'm still drivin' 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 datin' in public"

I'm like, "Nah, fuck it, I already fucked it"

And by that time I'll be overseas sippin' tea and crumpets

I wore the face that you niggas could laugh at, felt like Tyler Perry, Madea's jumpers

I'm warmin' up, pre-heat the oven, y'all see me comin'

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 tellin' me who I sound like

Tellin' 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 soundin' right

Fargo

For real, I'm sayin'

We spendin' like the last days (Ha, haha)

We movin' like the last train in Paris

It's on the train tracks, and it's movin'

We rich forever

I can't celebrate my past ways

Not when we livin' in these last days (Haha, ha)

You tellin' me, "Have faith, have faith, have faith"

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