2real Chain - Vent Talk

Yea
Aye 2Real
I feel like I can't miss
Any time I'm in the booth I'm writing hits
Yeah
Chain Man

Ayee
I done seen dope boys get rich off they mama porch
Ima Jack boy so I can't eat without my fork
I done stacked a lot of money
Spent it all in court
I got a dollar and a dream but I'm a dollar short
Our father who art in heaven amen
I done seen so many niggas caved in
Can you send someone to help em' what am I'm saying
Okay I'm sorry, am I trip'n keep forgiving em' Lord
Am I voice for all my people with no hope
Is there a blessing in all these songs that I done wrote
Can you send someone to help me what I'm saying
Okay I'm sorry am I trip'n keep forgiving me Lord

I was talking to eastside thru' the vents last night
I'm done with drugs
They procrastinate the pain I feel
Keep waking up from having dreams
I'm getting killed last night
But it don't matter I wake up and I be grip'n that steel
Hardheaded niggas lose they life every time
Or end up talking thru' thru' the vents
And have they life on the line
Look I been running with my dawgs
Them my Dalmatians fa'sho
Them niggas put you on the spot fa' acting like you ain't know
Them niggas feeling that they Gangsta'
We gone see
My 40' always by my side but we don't always agree
Some niggas dream of driving allem' fancy cars'
Then they wake up and be on busses getting locked behind bars
I got love fa' everything but fuck niggas
I did some everything fa' my lil' bruddas nigga
I was broke so I acted like a broke nigga act
But that mask inside my backpack now I'm ready to jack
My nigga crip he rollin' 60's and he stack like it
I remember I had that Glock off in my back pocket
Mama I'm sorry I don't know what else to do
If I stop thuggin' with my niggas am I true
But If I get locked up again I guess I know
All I ask
Is when I call
Just keep picking it up
Cause after all
Yo' son a dawg it ain't no bitch in me, yea
Cause after all
Yo' son a dawg it ain't no bitch in me, yea

I done seen dope boys get rich off they mama porch
Ima Jack boy so I can't eat without my fork
I done stacked a lot of money
Spent it all in court
I got a dollar and a dream but I'm a dollar short
Our father who art in heaven amen
I done seen so many niggas caved in
Can you send someone to help em' what am I'm saying
Okay I'm sorry, am I trip'n keep forgiving em' Lord
Am I voice for all my people with no hope
Is there a blessing in all these songs that I done wrote
Can you send someone to help me what I'm saying
Okay I'm sorry am I trip'n keep forgiving me Lord

Am I voice for my
I think I just I need some hope for my... people
I think I just I need some hope for my... people

Written by:
jordan veazia

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