Vent

Album cover art for "Vent" by Don Trip

Don Trip - Rap

Vent

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Duration: 3:17

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(Intro) I guess I gotta vent (Verse 1) Do I get fed up? Kinda My mama keep calling with her daily reminder Reminding me we broke, and I don't have a dime So I grind till my time's up. Still putting pounds up Lil nigga from the bottom, tryna climb up Slingin all night. Let the sunlight find us Paranoid peeking out the window. Fuck the blinds up Pain make a nigga lose sight of what we grind for Posted with a whole half a bird. Feeling fly as fuck Hoping like "Fuck the narcotics don't drive up" Mama watching out the door. What she crying for? She gotta watch the K-9 sniff our nuts If I'm slammed up, the bills just pile up And we still gon' struggle once my trial up Plus I'm running out of shit to crack a smile for Mom said I ain't shit to be proud of And that 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 All I do is sell dope, and record Rich get richer. No hope for the poor Weed on the table, coke in the drawer Dirty like we don't use soap anymore Living what I'm writing It's strange but somehow I can relate to Mike Tyson Never stop fighting Meanwhile my homeboy waiting on indictments Because he got caught without a handgun license I just want the cake. No thanks for the Icing The thought of going broke, feels so frightening I might light the night up like lightning But 3 strikes'll turn the young nigga to a lifer Fuck a rap cypher. Tryna keep my folks out the motherfuckin MIFA I'm the soul provider Tryna make something out of nothing like MacGyver So I sell more medicine than Pfizer People getting Jobs, then getting fired Now we shopping with the exact same supplier All my bitch do is talk like Tyra But my baby mama got me goin in spirals (Sorry Jaylin) A little too heavy. I can't shake it off My friends gotta carry their weight, or get lost I carry the blame. It isn't my fault My mom's in debt. Everything's lost And I was taught not to settle for a loss Hoping I don't ever catch a bullet like Moss Tryna leave the dope alone before I get caught Cause I can't make bond. Got no one to call (Outro) Just venting

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