Scorey - Vent lyrics

Scorey, ayy (on the beat, boy)
(This is Ralph) ayy

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

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)

'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

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 daown, 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)