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HunnidGrand - Vent Lyrics



HunnidGrand - Vent Lyrics




This shit is different, the money motives
Wins and losses, look how we living

The underground, where we living, all of us gifted
Don't make a sound, target practice for any witness

Different hoods, different states, different bullets
Different bodies, different fates, same skin that we in
That don't matter, cause for the bread the same blood won't leave a splatter

And these niggas talking bout codes
Could see the crease in his posture niggas already folded
Already molded, nigga I was raised by the pain
Birthed in the rain, this life done made a nigga deranged

Got me moving insane, chain smoking these big blunts
Just for calming my nerves
Long talks with my Grandmother she was cooking up bords

Baltimore back to New York that product hittin the curb
Moon walking through them streets them feens send money the word

Regular yeah like that, disrespect the family guarantee get ya life snatched
Now he talkin non violent, he ain't trynna fight back, flashing like you litty

Ante up where that ice at nigga, they don't really like that nigga
Focused on his mission ruff Ryder he never slipping
He gon feed the family he ain't waiting for thanksgiving

Niggas get the trippin sneak dissin and he just listen like, shhh
Shit get quiet when you keep it real
Niggas get to feeling funny when you keep it funky

Silver back ape shit since I'm just a monkey
Fake love too real I just want the money
I'm just hopin my niggas gon never fold up

Caught up by the jakes, quick questions don't ever break
Sounding like a snake, you snitching you on a plate

Woke up in the morning but ain't make it through that day, damn
I guess it be like that, he ain't know his last words would be

I'll be right back, but shit ain't sweet, we know that niggas die everyday
Got niggas numbing it out, they poppin pills through, the day

But I ain't judging a soul, I be getting money staying out the way
They gon hate my nigga just get ya cake, bossed up we ain't neva gotta wait
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This shit is different, the money motives
Wins and losses, look how we living

The underground, where we living, all of us gifted
Don't make a sound, target practice for any witness

Different hoods, different states, different bullets
Different bodies, different fates, same skin that we in
That don't matter, cause for the bread the same blood won't leave a splatter

And these niggas talking bout codes
Could see the crease in his posture niggas already folded
Already molded, nigga I was raised by the pain
Birthed in the rain, this life done made a nigga deranged

Got me moving insane, chain smoking these big blunts
Just for calming my nerves
Long talks with my Grandmother she was cooking up bords

Baltimore back to New York that product hittin the curb
Moon walking through them streets them feens send money the word

Regular yeah like that, disrespect the family guarantee get ya life snatched
Now he talkin non violent, he ain't trynna fight back, flashing like you litty

Ante up where that ice at nigga, they don't really like that nigga
Focused on his mission ruff Ryder he never slipping
He gon feed the family he ain't waiting for thanksgiving

Niggas get the trippin sneak dissin and he just listen like, shhh
Shit get quiet when you keep it real
Niggas get to feeling funny when you keep it funky

Silver back ape shit since I'm just a monkey
Fake love too real I just want the money
I'm just hopin my niggas gon never fold up

Caught up by the jakes, quick questions don't ever break
Sounding like a snake, you snitching you on a plate

Woke up in the morning but ain't make it through that day, damn
I guess it be like that, he ain't know his last words would be

I'll be right back, but shit ain't sweet, we know that niggas die everyday
Got niggas numbing it out, they poppin pills through, the day

But I ain't judging a soul, I be getting money staying out the way
They gon hate my nigga just get ya cake, bossed up we ain't neva gotta wait
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Writer: Tre'von Brow
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 1:55
Written by: Tre'von Brow
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