Vent by Remysos Lyrics
I put my pain in this shit
I rather have money
Ion care to have friends
It is what it is
Still alone in the end
Ima get this money pop bottles til it end
I put my pain in this shit
I rather have money
Ion care to have friends
It is what it is
Still alone in the end
Ima get this money pop bottles til it
End
My brudda killed my brudda that’s for real
Some Trauma never heal
My trust fucked up forreal
I’m chasing me a mil
Remember we was splitting meals
The streets needed a break
I lеft her life da let hеr Q
Grew up in the field
I I’m knowing what it is
Jpay my bruddas
Cause them niggas doing bids
We gon get this money
We gon change they way we live
Kilo. If daddy don’t make it
We still gon be living big
There’s times I almost did
But my worth more than a Benz
Took them trips alone
Ion give a fuck about no friend
I popped a addy just so I can vent
Tryna go places where a nigga never been
I harbor all this pain
It’s hard for me to let you in
I swear ion need no friends
Niggas hate to see you win
Why they hate, it don’t make no sense
Smoking Gelatti reminiscing about
How I got that call, that I got rinsed
Supposed to be my brudda
Leaving black hearts, under my pics
No Drama Chris, I’m young & reckless
Ion’t need no fits
Niggas scared to use they fist
No comment on a bitch
Been living on the edge
I fell in love wit taking risk
I put my pain in this shit
I rather have money
Ion care to have friends
It is what it is
Still alone in the end
Ima get this money pop bottles til it end
I put my pain in this shit
I rather have money
Ion care to have friends
It is what it is
Still alone in the end
Ima get this money pop bottles til it
I rather have money
Ion care to have friends
It is what it is
Still alone in the end
Ima get this money pop bottles til it end
I put my pain in this shit
I rather have money
Ion care to have friends
It is what it is
Still alone in the end
Ima get this money pop bottles til it
End
My brudda killed my brudda that’s for real
Some Trauma never heal
My trust fucked up forreal
I’m chasing me a mil
Remember we was splitting meals
The streets needed a break
I lеft her life da let hеr Q
Grew up in the field
I I’m knowing what it is
Jpay my bruddas
Cause them niggas doing bids
We gon get this money
We gon change they way we live
Kilo. If daddy don’t make it
We still gon be living big
There’s times I almost did
But my worth more than a Benz
Took them trips alone
Ion give a fuck about no friend
I popped a addy just so I can vent
Tryna go places where a nigga never been
I harbor all this pain
It’s hard for me to let you in
I swear ion need no friends
Niggas hate to see you win
Why they hate, it don’t make no sense
Smoking Gelatti reminiscing about
How I got that call, that I got rinsed
Supposed to be my brudda
Leaving black hearts, under my pics
No Drama Chris, I’m young & reckless
Ion’t need no fits
Niggas scared to use they fist
No comment on a bitch
Been living on the edge
I fell in love wit taking risk
I put my pain in this shit
I rather have money
Ion care to have friends
It is what it is
Still alone in the end
Ima get this money pop bottles til it end
I put my pain in this shit
I rather have money
Ion care to have friends
It is what it is
Still alone in the end
Ima get this money pop bottles til it