Mack Maine - Just Venting lyrics

rate me

I’m ready, I feel your pain mama, look

Shit, living when the youngin on, novocaine

I know erybody in the street feel my pain

Mack maine nigga, shit

Son of a christian and son of a junkie

Shit, my pops still out yeah smokin the rocks

For a year I chased that nigga round and round the block but

I can’t control a grown man

So I grew up quick and I got on my own plan

Now I’m a grown man try not to fall

To the curse got the monkey on my back

Tryina shake the monkey bring it right back to zoo

But it’s like, what the fuck I’m posed to do

I’m just a product, a junior

Nigga know that I can die sooner

Than does in Oklahoma

I could catch a tumor, lot of rumors

Said maine ain’t gonn make it, shit

Motherfucker look, I’m rollin with toon

That’s my nigga, spitta my nigga

See we all in it, ready to ride

We’re serving crack to the peoples on the corner

Niggas 15 years old start smoking marijuana

By 17 they smoking pipes

Shit, what this called, this shit is life

A lot of my niggas from the hood, they got life

Now, all I could do is just write

Shit, tell em how I feel and tell em what I’m doing

Let em know that I ain’t shit shootin

I’m still pursuin my career

For those up above, I’m still pouring up beers

Niggas tryina hunt me down as if I was a deer

My peers they don’t understand as I just steer

Looking out my rear view, riding out clear view

Feeling like Pac did, shit

You could call me a hustler/block kid

Shit I’m still on the block, kid

Still tryina get this loot nigga, tryina get this money

Young money, cash money

That’s where I’m at, you wanna come for me

I got some niggas that’s gonn blast for me asap

You get your ass clapped

Shit, we don’t play that

Hood niggas, we feel that on benzes and maybach

When we start to shoot you, you better stay back

See we will find out where you stay at

The playground where your kids play at

That’s cold, shit get cleaned something like ajax

Y’all niggas don’t really want it an able

You tryina get maybach

But you might not even make it

To make to see the next much

Your next blunt could be your last blunt

Your next month can be your last month

Motherfucker your last pussy can be your next cunt

Cause hoes givin 4 letter

That’s aids, me, myself I roll with dizzy

That’s my nigga, brat nigga that’s my trigger

We got automatics to get drastic

And niggas get stressed out like elastic

And wrapped up up in plastic

I hope your mama got a policy,

I hope because flow you niggas follow me

In the mist of the hurricane, like a pile of me

But I ain’t never play for miami motherfucker

With a college right quick, dropped out one semester

Don’t fuck with young girls because I’m not a chester

God bless the, man that stand in front of the mike

Right now, shit I could drop dead nigga right now

But I’m enjoying my life, they ask me what I’m doing

Yes I’m living

If I get rich back to the hood I’m giving

Motherfucker, middle class ain’t what I’m sellin for

I don’t understand, why niggas don’t.