Can I Vent
Hold on can I vent
I be thinking bout my future, is this shit here really meant, Is he really listening
I just hope the Lord forgive me when a nigga come repent
For all a nigga sins, knowin' I'm just tryna win
All a nigga did was lose, hoping I could just contend
Talkin' broke as a joke, nigga I ain't even grin
And in my family losin' men, can't believe I lost my uncle
Put a nigga in a funk or, something like despair
Got me crying all these tears, nigga Ion really care
Why the fuck I gotta holster, something I don't even wear
Know I always got my toaster, I don't mean to be a boaster, take that lil bitch everywhere
And the glizzy got extensions, I ain't talkin' bout no hair
Nigga we ain't throwin' hands, ain't no fuckin' fightin' fair
They put my brother in the air
And that shirt I had to wear
Was filled wit hella pictures
Got me smokin' different mixtures
Ain't een make it to see christmas
Pablo Gang is on my wishlist, cuz I want my brodie back
If I didn't do the dishes, then I knew my ma would snap
Roll the thrax just to relax, and then it's right back to the trap
Don't be trustin' in the thotties, make these bitches get a pap
Hold on can I vent
I be thinking bout my future, is this shit here really meant, Is he really listening
I just hope the Lord forgive me when a nigga come repent
For all a nigga sins, knowin' I'm just tryna win
Hope I make it in the end, my people watch in' wit a grin
I been stressin' bout this rap, G $o gotta make it hap
Hopin' it ain't watered down', know some niggas really clowns
Look upon 'em wit a frown, cuz they wouldn't bust a grape
Everything ain't what it seems, nigga stay up in ya place
Got dese red and green beams, police come wit yellow tape
Niggas say they fuckin' bitches, but it's lowkey really rape
From that topic Ima skate, visit back another day
On my Tony Tiger shit, I'm just tryna be great
And I never rode a striker, nigga got my own cake
Plus I got my own weight, and I got my own muscle
Nigga stupid tryna tussle, .40 cal and it'll buss you
It ain't no discussion, it'll hush a nigga fuss
One day Ima be the man, I ain't really in a rush
Ima put on for my people, hold 'em up just like a crutch
And Ima get 'em out them ruts, diss Pablo you betta duck
When he died it fucked me up, and turned a nigga real rough
All a nigga know is puff, I ain't never gon pass it
Now I'm smokin' on this stuff, and I'm totin' on this ratchet
Say it's smoke and we gon match it, niggas liable to blast it
Hold on can I vent
I be thinking bout my future, is this shit here really meant, Is he really listening
I just hope the Lord forgive me when a nigga come repent
For all a nigga sins, knowin' I'm just tryna win
Leave a nigga in the past tense
Nigga we can shoot a movie call it lights and camera action
Niggas posin' for the caption on the gram, ain't gettin' active
I ain't never shot a nigga, do that mean I ain't a rapper
I ain't never been a capper
I'll stomp a nigga out, and I ain't neva been a kappa
Last bitch she broke my heart, so now this glock is on my lappa
Know I always been a factor, I ain't never been a actor
Cannot hang around a lacker, most my niggas pistol packers
I be thinking bout my future, is this shit here really meant, Is he really listening
I just hope the Lord forgive me when a nigga come repent
For all a nigga sins, knowin' I'm just tryna win
All a nigga did was lose, hoping I could just contend
Talkin' broke as a joke, nigga I ain't even grin
And in my family losin' men, can't believe I lost my uncle
Put a nigga in a funk or, something like despair
Got me crying all these tears, nigga Ion really care
Why the fuck I gotta holster, something I don't even wear
Know I always got my toaster, I don't mean to be a boaster, take that lil bitch everywhere
And the glizzy got extensions, I ain't talkin' bout no hair
Nigga we ain't throwin' hands, ain't no fuckin' fightin' fair
They put my brother in the air
And that shirt I had to wear
Was filled wit hella pictures
Got me smokin' different mixtures
Ain't een make it to see christmas
Pablo Gang is on my wishlist, cuz I want my brodie back
If I didn't do the dishes, then I knew my ma would snap
Roll the thrax just to relax, and then it's right back to the trap
Don't be trustin' in the thotties, make these bitches get a pap
Hold on can I vent
I be thinking bout my future, is this shit here really meant, Is he really listening
I just hope the Lord forgive me when a nigga come repent
For all a nigga sins, knowin' I'm just tryna win
Hope I make it in the end, my people watch in' wit a grin
I been stressin' bout this rap, G $o gotta make it hap
Hopin' it ain't watered down', know some niggas really clowns
Look upon 'em wit a frown, cuz they wouldn't bust a grape
Everything ain't what it seems, nigga stay up in ya place
Got dese red and green beams, police come wit yellow tape
Niggas say they fuckin' bitches, but it's lowkey really rape
From that topic Ima skate, visit back another day
On my Tony Tiger shit, I'm just tryna be great
And I never rode a striker, nigga got my own cake
Plus I got my own weight, and I got my own muscle
Nigga stupid tryna tussle, .40 cal and it'll buss you
It ain't no discussion, it'll hush a nigga fuss
One day Ima be the man, I ain't really in a rush
Ima put on for my people, hold 'em up just like a crutch
And Ima get 'em out them ruts, diss Pablo you betta duck
When he died it fucked me up, and turned a nigga real rough
All a nigga know is puff, I ain't never gon pass it
Now I'm smokin' on this stuff, and I'm totin' on this ratchet
Say it's smoke and we gon match it, niggas liable to blast it
Hold on can I vent
I be thinking bout my future, is this shit here really meant, Is he really listening
I just hope the Lord forgive me when a nigga come repent
For all a nigga sins, knowin' I'm just tryna win
Leave a nigga in the past tense
Nigga we can shoot a movie call it lights and camera action
Niggas posin' for the caption on the gram, ain't gettin' active
I ain't never shot a nigga, do that mean I ain't a rapper
I ain't never been a capper
I'll stomp a nigga out, and I ain't neva been a kappa
Last bitch she broke my heart, so now this glock is on my lappa
Know I always been a factor, I ain't never been a actor
Cannot hang around a lacker, most my niggas pistol packers
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Writer(s): Keonte' Bradley
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