Vent

Having battles with myself
I need some help I'm tryna keep winning
Thinking back to all of the tracks that I've written
Thinking back to all the girls I left grinning
Devil on my back he won't let me stop sinnin
I repent cause I feel that my time might come soon
I've made some choices and for them I've suffered many many moons
You could never move the way that I move
Don't underestimate the shit that I've been through
This is true spit
This real spill
I ain't like most of the crazy entertainers tryna get a deal
I jus say what I feel
And that's real
Used to be focused on how I'm gettin meals
Now I'm tryna chasin mills
Did all myself
Without anybody help
When the times got hard I ain't give up like everybody else
I kept a tunnel vision
Then I went down the tunnel
Watched them other niggas tap out but me I kept running
Cause I gotta get it
Yes I got make it
But it's crazy the way people act when they think you famous
Come up to you with they hand out like hey I heard you singing
I see you lookin good wit ya gold chain swanging
I ain't complaining but I could use a little help
So why don't go ahead shoot some bread and share that wealth
I looked him in his eyes and told him like I tell myself
I'm jus a nigga out here tryna make it jt like everyone else
Sometimes I wanna say fuck rappin
I need money now
But a nigga tired of trapping tryna find my way out
I blow clouds while I'm workin on this music
Cause life got stressed out and smokin it get me through it
I inhale the best then I exhale the stress
Mind on my money funding ways to invest
In myself and my team man you already know
We got big dreams so we chasing dough
I was in another zone when I wrote this shit
Real lyrics I know someone gonna quote it
Or post or tweet about it whatever
Either way they that my lines are too clever
Not to put on a record
I'm playing this rap game like it was a game of checkers
You say that you in the lab but I ain't hear your last record
Meanwhile I'm dealing wit my own shit on the side
Anxiety and depression resting heavy on my mind
Questioning my niggas who is really down to ride?
Cause shit ain't been the same since my homie Austin died
You can say I'm just venting bitchin tripping whatever
But just look in the mirror and think you life is better
But I'm just walking through the stormy weather
Dancing in the rain wit my head in all these clouds forever
But I'm just walking through the stormy weather
Dancing in the rain wit my head in all these clouds forever