Vent - Intellectual

[Intro]

Scorey, ayy ( [?] on the beat, boy!)

(This is Ralph)

Ayy

[Verse]

Look, sometimes I need to vent and I got no one for to do it

So I look and I say, "Fuck it, put my soul up in your music"

Bitches never really loved me, niggas only wanna use me

I looked at my mom's face and I can tell she goin' through it

I looked at my own hood, and I'll just say it be lookin' spooky

Like our god keep mob dissin', my own niggas wanna shoot me

Punch now, pistols send me up, and she just said she was toolin' me

And my mom just called my phones, and said she don't what to do wit' me

See, lately I'v been staying' to myself

And all that fake love I just play until the luck

'Cause it's bad for my health

They get to twisted for the sniffin', and I just ran for some help

'Cause I seen my Brodie bleedin', now this pain pass too

I have pound sin the stash that I ain't sell a Terry off no chicken

In a minute I be down on my ass

Tryne goin' for the Cab

An iron in the collar niggas ganged 'cause these niggas ain't gon' ride for their mans

Off them pills, on the debt

And lately niggas stickin' out, now not crazy

I'on really give no fuck if I crash

Dude he totally don't spaz

But never let a nigga play you, bitch

Just remember throw the hoodie on the mat

All I got is my toolie in it, so I keep on movin' wit' it

If I think they too suspicious, I bust it, we're movin' different

You're worried 'bout your mans, when you locked up for shooting

Niggas see everybody ass, thinker I never knew this

[Chorus]

Nigga, vent (Vent, vent)

'Cause lately life really had me bent

And responded to no texts

Everybody say they love you when you up and get money

When you down, nigga where the love went?

I just really had to vent (Vent, vent)

My uncle told me if you got a killer, make it quick

See him runnin' out his libs, hollows pokin' out the clip

Dude he hangin' out the whip, let it rip, that was it

Bitch listen to me, vent (Vent, vent)

Lately I've been feelin' crazy, I cut everybody off

Mobs think I caught a body, tryna listen to my songs

And I'm tryna do the right 'cause I'm tired off being wrong

And you listen to me Vent (Vent, vent)

[Verse 2]

'Cause I've been down bad

And I think it's 'cause this bitch boss my mind and my money

I ain't have no fucking sins

I was begging you to stay, but ain't no telling where you went

I've been runnin' in these streets all day

Really tryna text my opps, tryna live upto my uncle

You even know that's how he died

[?] got the hood, but I ain't got to say goodbye

'Member when we was just hoopin', word was when you ain't alive

Must've been an A-day, though she seek the Heaven Gates

All the tears that I cry tryna was this shit away

I was seventeen, pop all hunnids in-and-out the state

I was gettin' cray when this bitch found out where I stay