"Venting" lyrics
Ay, it cost to live like this you hear me
I be thinkin' to myself I'm better alone
Touch down with that bag, I'm Pat Mahomes
He tryna be like me, these niggas be clones
I got my own fuckin' problems, stop callin' my phone
Nigga mad at his bitch, she playin' my song
Every day I wake up, I'm havin' it on
When I pop out, I'm packin' a pole
I'm the type to put money way before these hoes
You hear me, yeah, I'm loafed up
She put the doonies on me
Oh My Yesus I got soaked up
I ain't the same Lil' Jaay, I done glowed up
Nowadays, I pull up to the scene, all frozed up
I don't need nobody on the hood, I don't give no fucks
This a baby chop, sliced in half like a cold cut
I don't care about no nigga, I'm like, so what
How I get so much hate when I show love
Talkin' to the mic, that's the only thing I vent to
If I don't like a nigga, we gon' put him on the menu
We'll clap him like some fans at a venue
Niggas mad I'm doin' things that they can't do
They like, Jaay, you the one, I'm like, thank you
Get in your bag, that'll make a nigga hate you
Sometimes I think, like, damn, what should Jaay do
And you know we havin' bands to the face, too
Yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm A.I, yeah, I got the answers
Seen a bad thang I want, and I gotta blamp her
I'm the nigga havin' hoes, but I'm not Santa
Shit, it's me against the world, I'm Tony Montana
Sometimes I say, fuck rap, but I keep goin'
When it get hard, who the fuck can I lean on
Havin' thoughts, how I could put the team on
Niggas talk behind your back before Vlone
We the niggas dishing smoke like Cheech and Chong
It'll go up in this bitch, bet not breathe wrong
Hit a bitch playin' Uno, that's my theme song
Fuckin' bitches gettin' money, what I be on
You know that feelin' when your back against the wall
If you ain't bout that life, lil' nigga, don't get involved
The homie pass, man, I swear I hate to get that call
Dreams and nightmares, but we still gon' ball
Shit, how much pain can you take
I know my heart hurt, but I'm still standin' straight
I'm thuggin' by my lonely
Cause most of these niggas fake
Foreign cars and driveways
Big mansion with a lake
On the gang
Ay, it cost to live like this you hear me
I be thinkin' to myself I'm better alone
Touch down with that bag, I'm Pat Mahomes
He tryna be like me, these niggas be clones
I got my own fuckin' problems, stop callin' my phone
Nigga mad at his bitch, she playin' my song
Every day I wake up, I'm havin' it on
When I pop out, I'm packin' a pole
I'm the type to put money way before these hoes
You hear me, yeah, I'm loafed up
She put the doonies on me
Oh My Yesus I got soaked up
I ain't the same Lil' Jaay, I done glowed up
Nowadays, I pull up to the scene, all frozed up
I don't need nobody on the hood, I don't give no fucks
This a baby chop, sliced in half like a cold cut
I don't care about no nigga, I'm like, so what
How I get so much hate when I show love
Talkin' to the mic, that's the only thing I vent to
If I don't like a nigga, we gon' put him on the menu
We'll clap him like some fans at a venue
Niggas mad I'm doin' things that they can't do
They like, Jaay, you the one, I'm like, thank you
Get in your bag, that'll make a nigga hate you
Sometimes I think, like, damn, what should Jaay do
And you know we havin' bands to the face, too
Yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm A.I, yeah, I got the answers
Seen a bad thang I want, and I gotta blamp her
I'm the nigga havin' hoes, but I'm not Santa
Shit, it's me against the world, I'm Tony Montana
Sometimes I say, fuck rap, but I keep goin'
When it get hard, who the fuck can I lean on
Havin' thoughts, how I could put the team on
Niggas talk behind your back before Vlone
We the niggas dishing smoke like Cheech and Chong
It'll go up in this bitch, bet not breathe wrong
Hit a bitch playin' Uno, that's my theme song
Fuckin' bitches gettin' money, what I be on
You know that feelin' when your back against the wall
If you ain't bout that life, lil' nigga, don't get involved
The homie pass, man, I swear I hate to get that call
Dreams and nightmares, but we still gon' ball
Shit, how much pain can you take
I know my heart hurt, but I'm still standin' straight
I'm thuggin' by my lonely
Cause most of these niggas fake
Foreign cars and driveways
Big mansion with a lake
On the gang
Ay, it cost to live like this you hear me
