Can I Vent? lyrics

[Intro]
Meech

[Chorus]
I ain't need no more love, I been feeling like it's fake
You can't change how I see you once you pull some lame
I don't need no new friends, I won't fake it for the fame
I made my own ways sh*t I crossed my own lane
n*ggas do the best they can and this garbage I don't play
Wish I would go di*k suck a DJ for some plays
I don't really give out verses 'cause these n*ggas really lame
I might not do an interview 'cause they can use it in the case

[Verse]
You can't cry about sh*t I promise they will never solve it
Prolly play these n*ggas sh*t n*gga every so often
I don't look at this rap I might pull one when I'm talking
I'ma voice for n*ggas who go through this sh*t but can't talk it
I pull out CD's like a book and I'm the author
I don't really be around when them broke n*ggas be talking
I can't stress the fact that seen so many times faking
You ain't help me out with sh*t so why you think you got to play it?
I don't need sh*t from a b*tch but a lil' face
I might go Off-White shopping off this change I just made
Playing games with this b*tch she trying to make a n*gga stay
I'm tryna make my first M, I ain't really tryna cake
I ain't sayin' couples lame if you believe it do your thang
But the couples times I tried they done smacked me in the face
I'm chasing me a real bag, I can see it right there in my face
Being down on my knuckles that's what taught me how to say it
'Cause that hunnits' stay blue and I swear that b*tch will never change
All them lines I'm putting in this pops and propane
I ain't with all the hoes, I get irritated quick
She don't believe me at all but really I don't give a sh*t
These n*ggas petty to the bone and I can't really deal with 'em
'Cause I could be in Cali' make a bullet still hit em'
My n*gga tried to take something, he gon' take a bullet with em'
I ain't grew up over here, I was looking at the villains
Big house tall gate I'm thinking about it when I'm sleep
I've been stacking for a minute wanna cash me a Jeep
You the type to hit the 'Gram everytime you make some cheese
n*ggas out here f*cked up tryna play it like it's sweet
I had stopped up at Jackson but just know the b*tches coming
I be with the baddest b*tches but we never out in public
Meech, he a goat, every beat that n*gga show it
I just dropped a deuce and treat the beat like my opponent
[Chorus]
I ain't need no more love I been feeling like it's fake
You can't change how I see you once you pull some lame
I don't need no new friends I won't fake it for the fame
I made my own ways sh*t I crossed my own lane
n*ggas do the best they can and this garbage I don't play
Wish I would go di*k suck a DJ for some plays

[Outro]
I don't
'Cause these n*ggas really lame
I can't do an interview 'cause they can use it in the—
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