Vent
Coming from a broken home
My daddy was never home
Trapping bringing money home but don't really know what else went on right
Waking out my sleep tryna find out what y'all trippin on
When I do something you did
I always feel like that I'm doing wrong
I jumped in the streets that's all I saw I guess they taught me wrong
Hopefully one day I get on and ion need this trap phone
I was born into this shit my closest family put me on
Ain't no love in these streets my closest potnas did me wrong
Daddy thought I wanted something so he ain't never pick up the phone
I was just tryna talk to you and see what kinda shit you on
But na fa you ima be there fa my daughter every step along
Gotta get my paper long
Feel like the streets where I belong
Some of my niggas locked up some got they names on a headstone
Brudda in some smoke I know I'm the one he gone call on
Cuz ima keep it silent when we creep and get you stepped on
I ain't tryna die and be another one yall slept on
Ever since a Yungin I been kicking doors
I was just a Yungin introduced to poles
Niggas in my city don't wanna see me blow
This rap shit don't work I'm back to kicking doors
Creep on him we gone spin and spin again till we stretch some
Hit list building up when Bands come in ima hit the rest of em
You ain't live how I live I had to rob and steal some
Plenty Niggas changed when I fell off and I ain't have nothing
Pulling kappas me and Pj
Roadrunning me and aj
Gassed up nigga you can smell me down the freeway
Remember trapping in school selling sweets all in the hallway
Remember beef with cmb
Still that gang bitch YnT
I'm that same maida baby
Helbig Texas nawfcyde
Been in the field nigga scared ones don't come outside
Bitch ass Nigga tried to rob baby nine shot him 6 times
10 times 10 bullets flying through that Nigga blinds
When it's beef i ain't hiding
Nawfcyde where I'm sliding
You ain't bout that gangsta shit you rapping pussy bitch stop lying
Beat yo favorite rapper ass when I found out he had stole from me
How you a street nigga but when I jacked you you press charges on me
Late nights in the charger with that 30 rolling back to back
Me and ttbby fought cuz I wasn't baring none of that
Used to hit the woo with Bobby swap shoes remember alla that
Na im smoking gas out the pound looking like jairmy sack
I just wanna blow a bag run it up and then get It back
All my Nigga's rocking right or wrong and I already know that
Make the laws draw the chalk and give that nigha a toe tag
Ion show no love to these hoes these bitch so sad
Na these niggas mad cuz I gotta Bag na
Or prolly cuz they bitch scrolling through my gram na
Mr get it gone I don't sell no grams na
That dro be my cologne they gone search every time
Yo bitch like the way I was turnt up in target
You done what you done you can't say that you sorry
I ain't with none of that shit in the Bible
Toss me a brick have it gone In hour
Gas Way bitch I can't fuck with no white
Unc out after 10 years, he got caught with some birds
Them bullets calm ya nerves you better watch yo fuckin words
Gorillas step anything I know heard about us
If it ain't about no money I ain't worried bout it
Pain in my body
I can't let it out
I just smoke grab a pad and just vent sometime
My daddy was never home
Trapping bringing money home but don't really know what else went on right
Waking out my sleep tryna find out what y'all trippin on
When I do something you did
I always feel like that I'm doing wrong
I jumped in the streets that's all I saw I guess they taught me wrong
Hopefully one day I get on and ion need this trap phone
I was born into this shit my closest family put me on
Ain't no love in these streets my closest potnas did me wrong
Daddy thought I wanted something so he ain't never pick up the phone
I was just tryna talk to you and see what kinda shit you on
But na fa you ima be there fa my daughter every step along
Gotta get my paper long
Feel like the streets where I belong
Some of my niggas locked up some got they names on a headstone
Brudda in some smoke I know I'm the one he gone call on
Cuz ima keep it silent when we creep and get you stepped on
I ain't tryna die and be another one yall slept on
Ever since a Yungin I been kicking doors
I was just a Yungin introduced to poles
Niggas in my city don't wanna see me blow
This rap shit don't work I'm back to kicking doors
Creep on him we gone spin and spin again till we stretch some
Hit list building up when Bands come in ima hit the rest of em
You ain't live how I live I had to rob and steal some
Plenty Niggas changed when I fell off and I ain't have nothing
Pulling kappas me and Pj
Roadrunning me and aj
Gassed up nigga you can smell me down the freeway
Remember trapping in school selling sweets all in the hallway
Remember beef with cmb
Still that gang bitch YnT
I'm that same maida baby
Helbig Texas nawfcyde
Been in the field nigga scared ones don't come outside
Bitch ass Nigga tried to rob baby nine shot him 6 times
10 times 10 bullets flying through that Nigga blinds
When it's beef i ain't hiding
Nawfcyde where I'm sliding
You ain't bout that gangsta shit you rapping pussy bitch stop lying
Beat yo favorite rapper ass when I found out he had stole from me
How you a street nigga but when I jacked you you press charges on me
Late nights in the charger with that 30 rolling back to back
Me and ttbby fought cuz I wasn't baring none of that
Used to hit the woo with Bobby swap shoes remember alla that
Na im smoking gas out the pound looking like jairmy sack
I just wanna blow a bag run it up and then get It back
All my Nigga's rocking right or wrong and I already know that
Make the laws draw the chalk and give that nigha a toe tag
Ion show no love to these hoes these bitch so sad
Na these niggas mad cuz I gotta Bag na
Or prolly cuz they bitch scrolling through my gram na
Mr get it gone I don't sell no grams na
That dro be my cologne they gone search every time
Yo bitch like the way I was turnt up in target
You done what you done you can't say that you sorry
I ain't with none of that shit in the Bible
Toss me a brick have it gone In hour
Gas Way bitch I can't fuck with no white
Unc out after 10 years, he got caught with some birds
Them bullets calm ya nerves you better watch yo fuckin words
Gorillas step anything I know heard about us
If it ain't about no money I ain't worried bout it
Pain in my body
I can't let it out
I just smoke grab a pad and just vent sometime
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Writer(s): Laundre Calip
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