Venting

Yeah, yeah, yeah hey Yeah, hey, huh Thinking about my fallen friends got me sad as fuck we were supposed to Catch the bus and bag them up but now you in the casket tuck matching Tux I try to cry but nothing come out I guess I'm stuck in the drought I'm Getting numb, shit the fan I'm feeling none who would have thought that this What growing up came with? I got a pop of prescriptions just to cope with the Lame shit I'm speeding, smoking weed I hit the dope as I lane switch need to Stop driving reckless lost some bros on the same shit I swear I wrench my Guts to see you cold on the pavement with your eyes wide I question God all The time like why you let my guys die? My face slip a little every day this Shit tough as hell cause fuck as hell we been here for some years we just Adjusted well my heart cold, my soul on fire blow off the steam until this Microphone wish I could call ... but his life is gone finally started Crying as I typed the song really want to catch the niggas killers? Give a fuck if they Was right or wrong Percocet my pain is xanax for the panic attack I sense A nigga on some set up shit and I'm blamming the strap I gotta be here to Protect my daughter from the world, I be damned I let it scar my little girl Just like it did me you boys could try whatever you want with me, just let My kid be I smoke a nigga like some nicotine let the cigs speak, my fan pull 16up all black just like the mob nigga, I'm Big Meech, stand over my opposition Let they lids leak and I ain't no killer but don't push me cause I'm no Pussy by a long shot pull a chrome block from out my trunks and leave your Dome hot my fucking ears ringing from the long pop tell the detectives he was fucking With the wrong guy self defense hope I don't face too many years I'm just Venting my frustrations and my fears and as far as all this rap, I'm getting Hatred from my peers they in dm straight eating dick because they wasted they Careers. I ain't your motherfucking replacement, nigga Niggas ain't talking about shit You always talk about your skills, pussy We talking about hits instead of seeing That's why you fell off You be stalking my shit I feel I'm punching down if I tell you get off of my dick You niggas fucking losers That's from the bottom of my heart and I ain't do shit to deserve it, I been Solid from the start, and I ain't perfect, I done flicked a couple features But I'm working just this year, I did bout 30 Just remind me we can work it Out My mind been dialed in on feeding Marley and becoming the greatest Everything I need is coming I taste it, Pause, The fucking greatest in Front of your faces dog, It just be hella hurdles running these races Dog They trying to take me out the game from all angles But I'm a God body Nigga It's like I came at Palm Angels I'm a blessed man married to the Grind Benjamin Franklin Be my best man Him and the glock by my side Cause they my best friends Yeah, yeah