Rockstar Venting Lyrics

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