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mack maine - just venting lyrics

i’m ready, i feel your pain mama, look
sh-t, living when the youngin on, novocaine
i know erybody in the street feel my pain
mack maine n-gg-, sh-t
son of a christian and son of a junkie
sh-t, my pops still out yeah smokin the rocks
for a year i chased that n-gg- 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 f-ck i’m posed to do
i’m just a product, a junior
n-gg- 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, sh-t
motherf-cker look, i’m rollin with toon
that’s my n-gg-, spitta my n-gg-
see we all in it, ready to ride
we’re serving crack to the peoples on the corner
n-gg-s 15 years old start smoking marijuana
by 17 they smoking pipes
sh-t, what this called, this sh-t is life
a lot of my n-gg-s from the hood, they got life
now, all i could do is just write
sh-t, tell em how i feel and tell em what i’m doing
let em know that i ain’t sh-t shootin
i’m still pursuin my career
for those up above, i’m still pouring up beers
n-gg-s 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, sh-t
you could call me a hustler/block kid
sh-t i’m still on the block, kid
still tryina get this loot n-gg-, tryina get this money
young money, cash money
that’s where i’m at, you wanna come for me
i got some n-gg-s that’s gonn blast for me asap
you get your -ss clapped
sh-t, we don’t play that
hood n-gg-s, we feel that on benzes and maybach
when we start to shoot you, you better stay back
see we will find out where you stay at
the playground where your kids play at
that’s cold, sh-t get cleaned something like ajax
y’all n-gg-s don’t really want it an able
you tryina get maybach
but you might not even make it
to make to see the next much
your next blunt could be your last blunt
your next month can be your last month
motherf-cker your last p-ssy can be your next c-nt
cause hoes givin 4 letter
that’s aids, me, myself i roll with dizzy
that’s my n-gg-, brat n-gg- that’s my trigger
we got automatics to get drastic
and n-gg-s get stressed out like elastic
and wrapped up up in plastic
i hope your mama got a policy,
i hope because flow you n-gg-s follow me
in the mist of the hurricane, like a pile of me
but i ain’t never play for miami motherf-cker
with a college right quick, dropped out one semester
don’t f-ck with young girls because i’m not a chester
god bless the, man that stand in front of the mike
right now, sh-t i could drop dead n-gg- right now
but i’m enjoying my life, they ask me what i’m doing
yes i’m living
if i get rich back to the hood i’m giving
motherf-cker, middle cl-ss ain’t what i’m sellin for
i don’t understand, why n-gg-s don’t.

- mack maine lyrics

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