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slight vent pt3 - db.boutabag lyrics

[intro]
i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me

[chorus]
that sh*t hurt when you gotta k!ll your ego
i ain’t never been the type, i had to, that sh*t saved my life
and in this b*tch eyes i can’t do no right
paranoid, slidin’ through the bity grippin’ on this pipe
if i can’t do sh*t, i’ll make a hundred thousand in these nikes
n*ggas need to get they b*tch off me, get her out my life
this my sh*t, i ain’t lettin’ motherf*ckers ruin my life
sold*out shows, jump in the crowd, almost ruined my ice

[verse 1]
your dad left you, b*tch, you can’t tell me i ain’t doin’ it right
you tryna throw me off my pivot, i’ve been in the lab every night
jumpin’ in this bag every night
picking up my son during the day, then i gotta drop him off, that sh*t hurt my pride
don’t you think, with all the real sh*t i did
i’d feel way better ’bout my life?
’bout my life just don’t feel right
this a slight vent, i ain’t into cryin’ ’bout my life
but this sh*t pay me, so i’d rather cry on this mic
b*tch, i’m really from the trenches, i was tryna spraypaint my bike
now i’m pullin’ up in big body, same color rice
baby, these ain’t prada cuffs today, i came in off*white
my son mob tryna argue with me, i had an off night
[chorus]
that sh*t hurt when you gotta k!ll your ego
i ain’t never been the type, i had to, that sh*t saved my life
and in this b*tch eyes i can’t do no right
paranoid, slidin’ through the bity grippin’ on this pipe
if i can’t do sh*t, i’ll make a hundred thousand in these nikes
(n*ggas need to get they b*tch off me, get her out my life)
this my sh*t, i ain’t lettin’ motherf*ckers ruin my life
sold*out shows, jump in the crowd, almost ruined my ice

[verse 2]
that sh*t crazy when you gotta cut them n*ggas off
the same n*ggas that i knew back then, now they ain’t f*ckin’ with me
and them same n*ggas you’ve been d*ck ridin’ better be duckin’ with you
vvs chains and all this bread, i got mcm*ffins with me
and i ain’t stoppin’ ’til i got a safe that’s bigger than a truck on n*ggas
if i went broke, we gettin’, wouldn’t even ride the bus with us
he better hope when i see his ass, i don’t got my cousin with me
i’m gon’ have to tell him don’t crash, we got the ups on n*ggas
and i ain’t beefin’ on the internet, i up too many bucks on n*ggas
i’m gon’ be the one that get you in your bag, but you knew that already
you could peep drip, b*tch, i got the sauce like a bowl of spaghetti
i’ve been goin’ through this sh*t by myself ’cause ain’t n0body helped me
i get in that mode and wanna be alone when i know it ain’t healthy
it’s 4 a.m., thinkin’ ’bout my son, lookin’ at our selfies
i chased my dream with this rap sh*t, can’t n0body shelf me
(i get in that mode and wanna be alone when i know it ain’t healthy)
[chorus]
that sh*t hurt when you gotta k!ll your ego
i ain’t never been the type, i had to, that sh*t saved my life
and in this b*tch eyes i can’t do no right
paranoid, slidin’ through the bity grippin’ on this pipe
if i can’t do sh*t, i’ll make a hundred thousand in these nikes
(n*ggas need to get they b*tch off me, get her out my life)
this my sh*t, i ain’t lettin’ motherf*ckers ruin my life
sold*out shows, jump in the crowd, almost ruined my ice

- db boutabag lyrics

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