Just Venting by Mack Maine
I'm ready, I feel your pain mama, look
Shit, living when the youngin on, novocaine
I know erybody in the street feel my pain
Mack maine nigga, shit
Son of a christian and son of a junkie
Shit, my pops still out yeah smokin the rocks
For a year I chased that nigga round and round the block but
I can't control a grown man
So I grew up quick and I got on my own plan
Now I'm a grown man try not to fall
To the curse got the monkey on my back
Tryina shake the monkey bring it right back to zoo
But it's like, what the fuck I'm posed to do
I'm just a product, a junior
Nigga know that I can die sooner
Than does in Oklahoma
I could catch a tumor, lot of rumors
Said maine ain't gonn make it, shit
Motherfucker look, I'm rollin with toon
That's my nigga, spitta my nigga
See we all in it, ready to ride
We're serving crack to the peoples on the corner
Niggas 15 years old start smoking marijuana
By 17 they smoking pipes
Shit, what this called, this shit is life
A lot of my niggas from the hood, they got life
Now, all I could do is just write
Shit, tell em how I feel and tell em what I'm doing
Let em know that I ain't shit shootin
I'm still pursuin my career
For those up above, I'm still pouring up beers
Niggas tryina hunt me down as if I was a deer
My peers they don't understand as I just steer
Looking out my rear view, riding out clear view
Feeling like Pac did, shit
You could call me a hustler/block kid
Shit I'm still on the block, kid
Still tryina get this loot nigga, tryina get this money
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