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letra de vent - scorey

[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, “f-ck it, put my soul up in your music”
b-tches never really loved me, n-ggas 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 n-ggas 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 n-ggas ganged ’cause these n-ggas ain’t gon’ ride for their mans
off them pills, on the debt
and lately n-ggas stickin’ out, now not crazy
i’on really give no f-ck if i crash
dude he totally don’t spaz
but never let a n-gga play you, b-tch
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
n-ggas see everybody ass, thinker i never knew this
[chorus]
n-gga, 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, n-gga where the love went?
i just really had to vent (vent, vent)
my uncle told me if you got a k!ller, 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
b-tch 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 b-tch boss my mind and my money
i ain’t have no f-cking 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 sh-t away
i was seventeen, pop all hunnids in-and-out the state
i was gettin’ cray when this b-tch found out where i stay
[chorus]
n-gga, 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 daown, n-gga where the love went?
i just really had to vent (vent, vent)
my uncle told me if you got a k!ller, 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
b-tch 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)

- scorey

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