Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Venting 2, artist - 38 Spesh. Album song 38 Strategies Of Raw, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: T.C.F
Song language: English
Venting 2 |
Huh |
Know what I’m sayin'? |
This my type of music right here |
Ayo |
I’m tryna figure where the team went |
We all took risks, broke bread, had a real agreement |
When you was locked, I sent you pink slips when you need it |
Said I’d be there soon as your feet feel the cement |
But niggas ain’t as real as me here |
If I ain’t help you, think of the position you still would be in |
You fell victim to your inner demon |
It’s inconvenient when somebody say they with ya |
But don’t really mean it |
You went behind my back pillow-speakin' |
Hear the secrets get to spillin' to these bitches |
When you feel a grievance |
I never thought that we would end up beefin' |
I shoulda seen it, but couldn’t |
Still tryna find the missin' pieces |
Like I wasn’t there with your nieces |
You was incarcerated |
Know your father hate it and sister speechless |
And I could get you hit the cheapest |
But I’ll put in my own work |
Do dirt 'til I sit beneath it |
We was kids, you had a plug, was gettin' it cheaper |
And we was all in the trap eatin' chicken and pizza |
You never let me meet your plug, this why it’s deeper |
I met mine and let mine officially meet ya |
And that situation, life-changer |
If I had to use words to explain it, I would write pages |
But the way we playin', quite dangerous |
We was like brothers, now that money got us like strangers |
Huh, know what I’m sayin'? |
That’s just what the money do sometimes, you know? |
Make you fall out with niggas you been cool with since the motherfuckin' sixth |
grade and shit |
Huh |
Motherfuckers get short-term memory and shit |
You know what I mean? |
They forget about |
You know, all that other shit |
Ayo |
How could you steal from me? |
You 'posed to be my sister |
How could you ever think to hurt me? |
And now, reconsider |
Two years passed and I’m still not speakin' with ya |
Like Big said, money and family is an evil mixture |
I was there when you need it, nigga |
For the kids, I put food in the crib |
And gave you weed and liquor |
I never thought that I’d be beefin' with ya |
But you never miss the water 'til it’s gone |
And you don’t see the picture |
And to my ex-girl, I don’t regret you leavin' |
I’m kinda glad that you gone, I needed extra freedom |
Every day I’m gettin' special treatment |
And I wake up feelin' like I just left a successful meetin' |
These niggas wanna catch you sleepin' |
It be the same ones you looked out for, and gave 'em extra pieces |
It’s jealousy that kept you speakin' |
I might pull up with the windows down, that’s just to let you peek in 'em |
Trust |