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(Intro)
I just gotta, I just gotta vent
Itâs alright if I vent?
Aâight
Chyeah
(Verse)
This is everything on my soul
Everything on my heart to just accomplish some goals
Itâs been an honor to know everybody on the road
Cuz people will put in front of you to help your knowledge grow
And Iâve been all up on my own
Tryina figure out this life, dig my way up through the snow
But it always caves in when I try to dig a hole
These kids get recognition, they give in to what I want
Iâm never giving up what I started to go for broke
That makes this motherfucker smoke
Makes this motherfucker drink, makes this motherfucker loathe
Ever being a idol to these kids who just soak up
Every little word and every little poem
Well metaphors are literal and they literally donât give a fuck who you are
They want money, cash, hoes
âMember when I had that runny ass nose?
In them funny ass clothes, space jam sountrack
And them pretty ass flows, 7 years old
Mom used to come home with these mixed CDâs
Found rap on those, naughty by nature
Nazeer Jones, 5 years go
And Iâm tryina beat yall, no swagging out
Playing basketball but Iâm way too small
Little brunch, every picket hitting off the back ball
Swear I never get bored
But the figures they come and diverse as them all
And I curse just to curse and I spit til I fall
But Iâm really never good enough
I swear this year Iâmma get it while yall give it up
(Break)
Yea, thatâs right
(Verse)
Working round the clock just to get a bit of love
And I really need the money cuz this love isnât enough
Nigga go up to the club, I know exactly what
Iâm bound to find out these places, amazes me how they stuck
And I donât know how to end this
But this beat is like a friendship, ends quick
Count my friends on one hand, the rest ended
Ainât no way to mend it
Itâs like they stuck on that trend shit
But we really in the trenches