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letra de venting - chicken p

[intro]
(ayy, venzo, stay the f-ck out the kitchen)
hmm, ayy, huh

[chorus]
i get in that mode, can’t hear n0body but myself, huh
i was feelin’ helpless, why the f-ck you ain’t come help?
i was busy, i ain’t see the phone ringin’ or your texts
i tell ’em no, it be like they couldn’t wait to call me selfish

[verse]
what the f-ck you do for me?
ain’t n0body help me get through all this sh-t i got through but me
four seconds left, we down two, i’ma shoot the three
me and max true religion jean jackets, it was two degrees
i ain’t know n0body i could call, but i knew the fiends
beast mode, you could see my claws, i’m like wolverine
beast mode, talkin’ to my dog ‘nem through a screen
this lil’ b-tch declining all my calls, wouldn’t even let it ring
huh, it’s cool, though
chillin’, gettin’ rich, i’m still watchin’ how i move, though
i be wantin’ to just go missin’, my baby ‘nem be needin’ shoes, though
i can’t let ’em catch me slippin’, i been f-ckin’ with my shoes on
i got my switch and all you n-ggas can get this sh-t, i don’t care who want it
walkin’ out the bank, just got a fresh new batch of blue hundreds
went and got some new numbers
if you can’t hold it down, n-gga, you shouldn’t even dial my number
in april i got trial, i pray i ain’t layin’ down this summer
i ain’t been gettin’ no sleep, right now, i’m on the road in a town & country
shows every day of the week, that’s a couple hundred thousand comin’
ayy, i’m back and forth on a plane for these ‘bows, n-gga, they flyin’ ’em to me
n-ggas ’round this b-tch hatin’ like hoes, i could sign ’em to me
my n-gga, i’m just ventin’
ridin’ ’round this b-tch, day dreamin’ ’bout a million
n-ggas think i made it, they keep askin’ how i’m feelin’, askin’ how i feel
i told ’em regular, the sh-t i rap about, i do that sh-t for real
had to stop thinkin’ with my heart, couldn’t let my feelings get me k!lled
had to stop poppin’ them percs, be in my feelings on them pills
b-tch, quit sayin’ you love me, how i know that sh-t for real?
r.i.p. john, my brother baby mama got him k!lled
r.i.p. tray, if i was free, my boy’d still be here
but it’s good, i don’t be trippin’, my n-gga shinin’ on me still
i got diamonds on my chest, all on my neck, and in my ears
i was playin’ for a second, now i’m flexin’ on my peers
lay on her chest while she carress me, she keep tellin’ me she scared i’ma leave her
i been runnin’ up this paper, i don’t be there, she think i’m cheatin’
i’m a soldier, can’t go home until this mission get completed
you know i love you, but if you ain’t with this sh-t, then you can leave me
[chorus]
i get in that mode, can’t hear n0body but myself, huh
i was feelin’ helpless, why the f-ck you ain’t come help?
i was busy, i ain’t see the phone ringin’ or your texts
i tell ’em no, it be like they couldn’t wait to call me selfish

- chicken p

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