Venting Rv & OFB

[Intro]
(LA Beats)
RV

[Verse 1]
Soon as I turned eighteen, feds had me in Feltham doin' up chart show
Judge put seven on my back, Ronaldo
'018, went back 'cause I'm savage, came home, hit twenty-one in the charts though
Told my tailor he gotta leave room for the G19 when he pattern these cargos
Make it beat like Amapiano
I don't care if he's purple or green, put a shell inside, avocado
Made Mercedes money on my pedal bike, them times, I didn't have a car though
T house settings weren't fit to live in, if that was now, I would've shout Kwajo
Thought he was a real nigga, but he's a bitch like Darkoo
If I was down to my last pound, still would've gave bro fifty P
And he switched on me, all I can do is kiss my teeth
Let me sip my tea and wait for the hitters get you
No one can intervene, I put that on my sister's nephew
Where's the sexy girl that love gunman?
You know that's my type, my man said he's gon' touch man
Yo, that's a Y, fire, fire
We fight fire with fire
When I wave my stick, I ain't conducting a choir

[Chorus]
Should I be repenting or on a revenge ting? (Should I? Should I?)
Is the love real or are they pretending? (Is it real? Is it real?)
I don't wanna be famous, why the fuck's my video trending? (Why? Why?)
Do I really love uptown or do I miss the ends ting?
All of these questions, I ain't got answers, so I'm just venting