Vent Nasty C

[Verse 1]
Look, I'm a business minded nigga, nigga
I can sell life and take it
But I'm just a "stay up out of jail" type
I'm the type to only let them see my tail lights
I'm the type to do my shopping through a mailbox
Poppa sent me a text and told me I'm heaven sent
I never became a doctor but made me some M and M's
They tried to keep me on the other side of the fence
And now my nigga's living on the other side of the lens
We made it, and made it possible, bitch
Money long as a gospel song
It's just the perfect answer when I don't know what's right or wrong
It's either that or light a bong and write a song
It's purple rain, purple rain, keep the wipers on
I work the nights and days, where you think I got my stripes did from?
Purple rain, purple rain, keep the wipers on
When Zyne gave me a shot I promised me to keep my snipers on
(Bitch go!)

[Break: Rowlene (& Nasty C)]
Let it go, let it go (I, I, I got it)
Let it go, let it go
Let it go
I got it