Rockstar Venting

Like he always wanted to see me perform, like he wanted to see me make it
And I used to have conversations with him like
dang, dang pops, like I gotta blow up
Like I don't want you to go

I don't want you to go before I make it
Money calling, I'm on my way
Niggas hating on me, I swear every day the same
I feel so alone, but I be posted with my gang

Only way to heal it is to stack up all this change
This change
Once I go get it, I'm finna flip it
For all the times I got stabbed in my back

40 ounce sipping, it got me sitting
Thinking about all of my scars in my past
Shit got me tripping, nobody listens
Till they see you lying dead on your back

But if you would listen, you would see all I really wanna do is talk to my dad
Cause I've been crying
Gangsters never speak, that's why I always move in silence
Smile up on my face, but in my head, man, it get violent

Everybody saying Nei be strong, but I've been trying
What's the point if everybody I love keeps on dying
Put my pain into my songs, cause the mic gon' listen
Why the fuck everything my heart touches, always gets to dippin

pour half a pint of wock and pray that I go missing
Cause if I'm sober for too long, I'ma get to trippin
I found me a bag and I had to jump in it
My name in their mouth and I feel like a dentist

I'm all bout my commas, I'm making a sentence
I'm setting a record, I feel like I'm Guinness
I'm keeping it real while these niggas pretending
And I'ma be me till I'm finished yea yea

Money calling, I'm on my way
Niggas hating on me, I swear every day the same
I feel so alone, but I be posting with my gang
Only way to heal it is to stack up all this change
This change

They call me the rockstar venter, who do I vent to
When you too cold at what you do, then they gon' resent you
Crazy thing about this love shit, is it might gon' kill you
Watch that man that you call brother, cause he might just kill you

We come from the same struggle, how the fuck is you gon' hate me
Top ramen and bologna since I was a baby
Turned myself into a rapper, now these bitches hate me
Niggas say that I got lucky, I just wasn't lazy

Got off my ass and grind for this shit
Now I can't go nowhere without my iron on my hip
Yeah, yeah
If I can't bring my iron in that bitch

Call my brother, he gon' slide with that shit
Yeah, yeah
Feel me like, this hustle been in me since I was a youngin'
My pops taught me that shit

Provide for your family
And if any of these niggas try to come take it from you
Rrahhh!
Money calling, I'm on my way
Niggas hating on me, I swear every day the same

I feel so alone, but I be posting with my gang
Only way to heal it, it's to stack up all this change
yea yea
It's to stack up all this change, baby

Money calling, I'm on my way
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Like he, like my dad was the one that held my family together

He was the rock
Like, so for, so for him to go like, like
it, it, it, it hurt
But at the same time, like I know that he's in a better place, you feel me