Venting Lyrics

Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Lets go, lets go, lets go on gang

I came from the bottom, I came from the trenches

Gun with the button, that bitch came with switches

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I didn't have no hand me outs or silver spoons

I came from the bottom, I came from the trenches

I ain't know id make it far I was shaking the bottle and

Scraping the sidewalk for pennies

When I was small with my big cousin, we used to be starving

So we had to steal out of denny's, now I'm making money

Lil' bro, I got plenty, I been fucking on the redhead

Bitch, like, Wendy

I'm coughing up lungs, I been smoking on drugs

I been sipping on lean, so I'm moving real slow

Might give me an ounce, or a zip for the low

Why you fucking with me when you fucking with bro

Shorty coming over matching she gotta bring Biggie

She know that I'm trying to get stoned

How you gone tell me we friends

And then you come over and mad cause I'm just tryna bone

Wicked, I heard you be choosing sides

You can't trust or rely, it's getting hard to smile

They digging them ditches, where the snakes we scoping em out

Track star, he ran bout a mile

He run up, then we laying him down

You stressed bout a bitch, you a doofus, goofy

We passing that thrax all around in a two seat

Don't talk about my feelings, write it on a looseleaf

Im mixing the weed with the liquor, get woozy

She giving that brain, like she grew up a scholar

Come pay for a feature, I spit by the dollar

I walk out the crib and I grab me a condom

Cause you know these bitches, they bite like piranha

I'm willing to ride if you ride

Can't stay underground, I'm too high

Brodie give a nigga clips like Two Fly

I don't need you, nigga, I'ma get mine

She gon' eat a nigga up like Soufflé

Don't swing my way, it's too late

We gon' split a nigga head like toupee

I smoke six woodies today

I'm all in her throat, like she drinking some coke

Never holding no bitch, I'ma give it and go

I hate it when bitches be doing the most

I hate it when niggas be throating they bros

They think that I'm mad cause they never showing me no love

Give a damn if you do it or don't

These niggas be switching, they breaking the code

In the mud, so I had to go cop me a loan

I'm fucking her good yeah making her moan

I'm giving her dick and I'm sending her home

I don't fuck with people, I struggle alone

I put all my feelings and heart on my song

I can't trust myself end up doing you wrong

You said what you said so lets put it in stone

Remember yo words when I make it I'm gone

Ain't using his head he get hit in the dome

Wicked, I heard you be choosing sides

You can't trust or rely

It's getting hard to smile

They digging them ditches, where the snakes we scoping em out

Track star, he ran bout a mile

He run up, then we laying him down

Bend her over I'm putting her down

They don't know that we fucking around

They don't know that this hoe got a nigga

He don't know that I'm fucking her now