Текст песни Venting in Vetements 3 - Billie Essco

I'm still venting in Vetements
Ya picture was my desktop but I don't even want her no more
Still can't find my ricks up at the store
And I still need a coat for the cold
7 months of snow but fuck it tho it's buffalo
Tryna bring substance to the rugged
Articulate the struggle to the public
Cause this young black man always topic of discussion
Now I'm poppin and they love it
This young black man with a narrative
I learned my heritage
And start declaring shit
Like imma king imma king ima king
My crown studded like my McQueen's
In a pair of lanvin's I'm the gaudiest here
Get me Thom Browne down to the socks that I wear
Remember running out of socks we use to share what we wear
Back when I was getting twisted I just twisted my hair
I was really in fear that the world might end
Cause people getting crazy and I notice a trend like kids killing kids that ain't right (Naw)
Cops killing people on sight that ain't right
Erasing my freedom chasing freedom all my life
I create my own freedom chasing freedom all my life
Nickname me chase but Bizzy b is a household
Throwing up 4s doing shows gave her mouthfuls
Of good things to say she understood how I move
She understood the taste when she stepped in the lounge room
She looked into my face and said you nothing like these scoundrels
It's a low down dirty shame that my moncler is houndstooth