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(Intro) Yo I just gotta, I just gotta vent It's alright if I vent? A'ight Chyeah (Verse) This is everything on my soul Everything on my heart to just accomplish some goals It's been an honor to know everybody on the road Cuz people will put in front of you to help your knowledge grow And I've been all up on my own Tryina figure out this life, dig my way up through the snow But it always caves in when I try to dig a hole These kids get recognition, they give in to what I want I'm never giving up what I started to go for broke That makes this motherfucker smoke Makes this motherfucker drink, makes this motherfucker loathe Ever being a idol to these kids who just soak up Every little word and every little poem Well metaphors are literal and they literally don't give a fuck who you are They want money, cash, hoes Member when I had that runny ass nose? In them funny ass clothes, space jam sountrack And them pretty ass flows, 7 years old SongtexteMom used to come home with these mixed CD's Found rap on those, naughty by nature Nazeer Jones, 5 years go And I'm tryina beat yall, no swagging out Playing basketball but I'm way too small Little brunch, every picket hitting off the back ball Swear I never get bored But the figures they come and diverse as them all And I curse just to curse and I spit til I fall But I'm really never good enough I swear this year I'mma get it while yall give it up (Break) Yea, that's right (Verse) Working round the clock just to get a bit of love And I really need the money cuz this love isn't enough Nigga go up to the club, I know exactly what I'm bound to find out these places, amazes me how they stuck And I don't know how to end this But this beat is like a friendship, ends quick Count my friends on one hand, the rest ended Ain't no way to mend it It's like they stuck on that trend shit But we really in the trenches Aus Songtexte Mania