Don Trip - Vent lyrics

rate me

I guess I got a vent

Ok

do I get fed up kind of

mama keep callin with her daily reminders,

reminding me we broke

and I don’t have a dime so i grind till my times up still putting pounds up

little nigga from the bottom tryin to climb up

slanging all night let the sun light find us

paranoid peeking out the window fucked the blinds up

pain make a nigga loos sight of what we grind fo

posted with a whole half a bird feelin fly as fuck

Hoping like f*ck the narcodics dont drive up

mama watching out the window what she crying fo

She gotta watch the K9's sniff our nuts

If I’m slammed up the bills just pile up

and we still gon struggle once my trails up

‘cause I’m runnin out of shit the crack is smile for

Mum say I ain’t shit to be proud of

and then hurt to the core

coming from the one that gave birth to the boy

pressure got me feeling like I’m first in a war

It’s been years since I spoke to the Lord

And all I do is sell dope and record,

the rich get rich no hope for the poor

weed on the table coke in the drawer dirty like you don’t use soap anymore

living what I’m writing its strange but somehow I can’t relate the Mike Tyson

Never stop fighting

meanwhile my home boi is waiting on indictments

‘cause he cought without a handgun license

i just want the cake no thanks for the icin the thought of going broke feels so frightnin

I might light the night up like lightnin

But 3 strikes will turn a nigga into a lyfa

f*ck a rap cypha tryin to keep my folks out tha mother f*cken myfa I’m the soul provider

tryin to make something out of nothing like MacGyver

so I sale more medicine than Pfizer

My people getting jobs and getting fired

Now we’re shopping with exact same supplier

All my b*tch do is talk like tyra my baby mum got me going in spirals

Load too heavy I can’t shake it off, my friends got a carry their weight or they get lost

I’ve carried the blame it isnt my fault my mum’s in debt everything lost

And I was tought not to settle for a lost hoping i ever catch a bullet like moss

tryin lead the dope alone b fo i get cought ‘cause I can’t make bond got no one to call

‘cause I I can’t make bond I got no one to call

I don’t got ..

Just vent .. there

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Thanks to garbo

Corrections by Cory

Thanks to Cory for correcting these lyrics