[Intro:]
I guess I gotta vent
[Verse 1:]
Do I get fed up? Kinda
My mama keep calling with her daily reminder
Reminding me we broke, and I don't have a dime
So I grind till my time's up. Still putting pounds up
Lil nigga from the bottom, tryna climb up
Slingin all night. Let the sunlight find us
Paranoid peeking out the window. F*ck the blinds up
Pain make a nigga lose sight of what we grind for
Posted with a whole half a bird. Feeling fly as f*ck
Hoping like "F*ck the narcotics don't drive up"
Mama watching out the door. What she crying for?
She gotta watch the K-9 sniff our nuts
If I'm slammed up, the bills just pile up
And we still gon' struggle once my trial up
Plus I'm running out of shit to crack a smile for
Mom said I ain't shit to be proud of
And that hurt to the core
Coming from the one that gave birth to the boy
Pressure got me feeling like I'm first in a war
It's been years since I spoke to the Lord
All I do is sell dope, and record
Rich get richer. No hope for the poor
Weed on the table, coke in the drawer
Dirty like we don't use soap anymore
Living what I'm writing
It's strange but somehow I can relate to Mike Tyson
Never stop fighting
Meanwhile my homeboy waiting on indictments
Because he got caught without a handgun license
I just want the cake. No thanks for the Icing
The thought of going broke, feels so frightening
I might light the night up like lightning
But 3 strikes'll turn the young nigga to a lifer
F*ck a rap cypher. Tryna keep my folks out the motherf*ckin MIFA
I'm the soul provider
Tryna make something out of nothing like MacGyver
So I sell more medicine than Pfizer
People getting Jobs, then getting fired
Now we shopping with the exact same supplier
All my bitch do is talk like Tyra
But my baby mama got me goin in spirals (Sorry Jaylin)
A little too heavy. I can't shake it off
My friends gotta carry their weight, or get lost
I carry the blame. It isn't my fault
My mom's in debt. Everything's lost
And I was taught not to settle for a loss
Hoping I don't ever catch a bullet like Moss
Tryna leave the dope alone before I get caught
Cause I can't make bond. Got no one to call
[Outro:]
Just venting
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[Intro:]
I guess I gotta vent
[Verse 1:]
Do I get fed up? Kinda
My mama keep calling with her daily reminder
Reminding me we broke, and I don't have a dime
So I grind till my time's up. Still putting pounds up
Lil nigga from the bottom, tryna climb up
Slingin all night. Let the sunlight find us
Paranoid peeking out the window. F*ck the blinds up
Pain make a nigga lose sight of what we grind for
Posted with a whole half a bird. Feeling fly as f*ck
Hoping like "F*ck the narcotics don't drive up"
Mama watching out the door. What she crying for?
She gotta watch the K-9 sniff our nuts
If I'm slammed up, the bills just pile up
And we still gon' struggle once my trial up
Plus I'm running out of shit to crack a smile for
Mom said I ain't shit to be proud of
And that hurt to the core
Coming from the one that gave birth to the boy
Pressure got me feeling like I'm first in a war
It's been years since I spoke to the Lord
All I do is sell dope, and record
Rich get richer. No hope for the poor
Weed on the table, coke in the drawer
Dirty like we don't use soap anymore
Living what I'm writing
It's strange but somehow I can relate to Mike Tyson
Never stop fighting
Meanwhile my homeboy waiting on indictments
Because he got caught without a handgun license
I just want the cake. No thanks for the Icing
The thought of going broke, feels so frightening
I might light the night up like lightning
But 3 strikes'll turn the young nigga to a lifer
F*ck a rap cypher. Tryna keep my folks out the motherf*ckin MIFA
I'm the soul provider
Tryna make something out of nothing like MacGyver
So I sell more medicine than Pfizer
People getting Jobs, then getting fired
Now we shopping with the exact same supplier
All my bitch do is talk like Tyra
But my baby mama got me goin in spirals (Sorry Jaylin)
A little too heavy. I can't shake it off
My friends gotta carry their weight, or get lost
I carry the blame. It isn't my fault
My mom's in debt. Everything's lost
And I was taught not to settle for a loss
Hoping I don't ever catch a bullet like Moss
Tryna leave the dope alone before I get caught
Cause I can't make bond. Got no one to call
[Outro:]
Just venting
I guess I gotta vent
[Verse 1:]
Do I get fed up? Kinda
My mama keep calling with her daily reminder
Reminding me we broke, and I don't have a dime
So I grind till my time's up. Still putting pounds up
Lil nigga from the bottom, tryna climb up
Slingin all night. Let the sunlight find us
Paranoid peeking out the window. F*ck the blinds up
Pain make a nigga lose sight of what we grind for
Posted with a whole half a bird. Feeling fly as f*ck
Hoping like "F*ck the narcotics don't drive up"
Mama watching out the door. What she crying for?
She gotta watch the K-9 sniff our nuts
If I'm slammed up, the bills just pile up
And we still gon' struggle once my trial up
Plus I'm running out of shit to crack a smile for
Mom said I ain't shit to be proud of
And that hurt to the core
Coming from the one that gave birth to the boy
Pressure got me feeling like I'm first in a war
It's been years since I spoke to the Lord
All I do is sell dope, and record
Rich get richer. No hope for the poor
Weed on the table, coke in the drawer
Dirty like we don't use soap anymore
Living what I'm writing
It's strange but somehow I can relate to Mike Tyson
Never stop fighting
Meanwhile my homeboy waiting on indictments
Because he got caught without a handgun license
I just want the cake. No thanks for the Icing
The thought of going broke, feels so frightening
I might light the night up like lightning
But 3 strikes'll turn the young nigga to a lifer
F*ck a rap cypher. Tryna keep my folks out the motherf*ckin MIFA
I'm the soul provider
Tryna make something out of nothing like MacGyver
So I sell more medicine than Pfizer
People getting Jobs, then getting fired
Now we shopping with the exact same supplier
All my bitch do is talk like Tyra
But my baby mama got me goin in spirals (Sorry Jaylin)
A little too heavy. I can't shake it off
My friends gotta carry their weight, or get lost
I carry the blame. It isn't my fault
My mom's in debt. Everything's lost
And I was taught not to settle for a loss
Hoping I don't ever catch a bullet like Moss
Tryna leave the dope alone before I get caught
Cause I can't make bond. Got no one to call
[Outro:]
Just venting