Venting Lyrics

Squeecky, Gasgod yea umhmm

Young fly nigga that came up out of the projects,

Phillip got murdered that's still hard to process,

Living in the ghetto it's so hard to progress,

lost niggas to the system its still hard to digest,

You sold dope or played ball and some of us had to thug it out,

Growing up where I come from it was no other route,

That crack money came to fast canceled his hoop dreams,

Now he pushing rock for the streets but he dont shoot threes,

His coach want him back on the team but he got bills,

And his mom gets no help from his dad cause he got killed,

My momma got no help from my dad because he's a dead beat,

Everything that I went through only prepared me,

I grew up in the hood with the knuckle heads and the heathens,

Shawty trying to eat my meat but she a vegan,

Now she mad I won't cut her cause I'm lacking protection,

Now she got an attitude being passive aggressive,

Can't be lacking in them trenches hope you packing protection,

Them niggas shoot then take they aint asking no questions,

When I'm gone I'll be the man they'll remember me on the top,

Plus I'm a hood legend remember me on the block,

A lot of things on my mind I need to vent a bit,

Let me talk my shit for a minute I know it's been a bit,

Oh you got pressed and lied and said I sent the hit,

Heard you pulled a gun on bro in another incident,

Tried to steal a label I started you niggas ignorant,

Yall was watching Boyz N the hood but I was living it,

My plug started dealing with rats so we disconnected,

I thought maybe he's slipping or something and didn't detect it,

I told him but he already knew and didn't respect it,

I changed numbers he didn't get that but he got the message,

I saw humans turn into snakes and I couldn't adapt with em,

I dont smoke blunts crack funnies or dap with em,

I dont do business talk money or trap with em,

I'll pack niggas up before I ever move packs with em,

Man...