Can I Vent

Make a toast for them niggas Niggas that staying afloat with no hope knowing that bitch wasn't shit Let's make a toast for the niggas that stayed afloat with no hope Uhh Knowing that bitch wasn't shit Can I vent, Yeah Thoughts in my brain as I swallow the liquor Tryna numb my pain but it can F*ck up my liver Remember all the nights I prayed, asking God for forgiveness I'm so mad I cannot change, like I'm addicted to sinning You fucked me over, I came back, like I'm addicted to bitches Took some losses and shack back, like I'm addicted to winning You telling me I'm made for this, but I can't feel that I'm different How I'm supposed to be okay when they taking my niggas, Yeah I'm setting trends, but they stealing in couches Grew up off Adderalls and vacant houses Tryna get an A in science, but we live in projects Weight off my shoulders, cause I ain't even die yet I done prayed so long, I damn near hurt my knees Praying to keep my faith when I can hardly see Got Air Jordan sneaks, but I can hardly breathe Man this shit got hard for me My problems grew ain't have nobody shit got large for me Thought I was doing right by sliding, shit went wrong for me That was a hard pill to swallow, I can hardly eat Im from the trenches, noodles, roaching rats, and ceiling leaks Deflated Air mattress, nigga, you can hardly sleep What you know about getting warm off that oven heat Living with big bugs, you gotta tuck the sheets Man this shit got hard for me Jail letters, cry stains, next to broken pencils Been writing for so long, I'm tryna match your sentence Study geometry, I'm tryna match the distance You can see it on my face I cannot mask this feeling Shit been happening so fast I cannot grasp this feeling Telling me I hold a grudge I can't move past attention And I got resentment, nigga, I ain't have a Christmas House raids and past evictions, turn homes to broken feelings Can somebody bring the doctor come re-patch my stitches Can somebody bring the doctor come re-patch my stitches