Venting

Yeah, yeah, yeah hey
Yeah, hey, huh
Thinking about my fallen friends got me sad as fuck we were supposed to
Catch the bus and bag them up but now you in the casket tuck matching
Tux I try to cry but nothing come out I guess I'm stuck in the drought I'm
Getting numb, shit the fan I'm feeling none who would have thought that this
What growing up came with? I got a pop of prescriptions just to cope with the
Lame shit I'm speeding, smoking weed I hit the dope as I lane switch need to
Stop driving reckless lost some bros on the same shit I swear I wrench my
Guts to see you cold on the pavement with your eyes wide I question God all
The time like why you let my guys die? My face slip a little every day this
Shit tough as hell cause fuck as hell we been here for some years we just
Adjusted well my heart cold, my soul on fire blow off the steam until this
Microphone wish I could call ... but his life is gone finally started
Crying as I typed the song really want to catch the niggas killers? Give a fuck if they
Was right or wrong Percocet my pain is xanax for the panic attack I sense
A nigga on some set up shit and I'm blamming the strap I gotta be here to
Protect my daughter from the world, I be damned I let it scar my little girl
Just like it did me you boys could try whatever you want with me, just let
My kid be I smoke a nigga like some nicotine let the cigs speak, my fan pull
16up all black just like the mob nigga, I'm Big Meech, stand over my opposition
Let they lids leak and I ain't no killer but don't push me cause I'm no

Pussy by a long shot pull a chrome block from out my trunks and leave your
Dome hot my fucking ears ringing from the long pop tell the detectives he was fucking
With the wrong guy self defense hope I don't face too many years I'm just
Venting my frustrations and my fears and as far as all this rap, I'm getting
Hatred from my peers they in dm straight eating dick because they wasted they
Careers. I ain't your motherfucking replacement, nigga
Niggas ain't talking about shit
You always talk about your skills, pussy
We talking about hits instead of seeing
That's why you fell off
You be stalking my shit
I feel I'm punching down if I tell you get off of my dick
You niggas fucking losers
That's from the bottom of my heart and I ain't do shit to deserve it, I been
Solid from the start, and I ain't perfect, I done flicked a couple features
But I'm working just this year, I did bout 30 Just remind me we can work it
Out My mind been dialed in on feeding Marley and becoming the greatest
Everything I need is coming I taste it, Pause, The fucking greatest in
Front of your faces dog, It just be hella hurdles running these races
Dog They trying to take me out the game from all angles But I'm a God body
Nigga It's like I came at Palm Angels I'm a blessed man married to the
Grind Benjamin Franklin Be my best man Him and the glock by my side
Cause they my best friends Yeah, yeah



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Writer(s): Demarcus Pollard
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