Lyrics Let Me Vent - Rollin' B.

Times like this make me feel as if it'll never happen
Told by many give it up, i'd never make it rapping
Every opportunity blocked like a nasal passage
Fell out wit my homie over weed, we never made it past it
It's funny how some pounds of weed can get between some bro's
Fronted you a couple pounds but you was moving slow
Said you'd hit me in a week that was two weeks ago
And so it was up to me to get the rest to
I hit the streets masked up pistol on my waist
See a vic, hit a lick, gun to his face
Niggaz talk behind my back but never face to face
All this cause you were short
You wouldn't of cared if I caught a case
Cuzzo on my back he need the money fast
I had to duck him trying to cover for my nigga lying
Me and big bro did our thing tho and we came wit half
Still no answer from my nigga boy that shit was sad
Then I find out that he out here telling mogs I'm lying
Told him mama fighting cancer
Never said she dying
The fact I found out from another nigga hurt me bad
Cause if you thought I was capping you should've hit my line
But fuck it
Moved on, cleaned house, now my team's strong
M.A.F., Money and family
That's my theme song
And get the money wit the family
And my team's on
Pace to be rich by 2020, that's perfect vision
Yea used to be a time nobody fucked wit Rollin'
Seen me in the Maybach chain now everybody notice
Found out it's a MGR thang now everybody on me
Passport stamps, I'm Euro stepping
Shout out Manu Ginobli
Signed them papers, got a deal, that's like 6 months ago
Thought I'd be straight by now but shit be moving slow
Got my money, paid my bills, and now I'm back to broke
Riding round in a Bentley they gave me, It ain't have no note
No money coming in
But hope is going out
Gotta look at my kids and tell them that we gone make it out
And they looking back at me like
Whatever daddy how
Girl like u better think of something before we loose the house
So i'm all up in they ear like
When my shit gone drop
They keep telling me soon, but that's not soon enough
I gotta bust a move
I wish the stressing stop
Should've got a clearer picture for I signed on dot
I know it's business tho
Know how this business go
Sometimes it's kind of fast
Most times it's super slow
Appreciate the chance they gave me, they believed in Ro
When I was wit a nigga trying to play me like a video
Now he be calling my phone
I never call back
Wasn't trying to help me spring forward
I had to fall back
Out of town throw dirt on my name
Know what I call that
A shame, cause he fucked up my change
I'm talking tall stacks
So now he gotta duck when I see him
I call him aflac
We ain't gonna talk when I see him
Homie we past that
Look like laser tag wit dem beams
See him I blast at
His dome
Make it hard for his people to open the casket
Trash that
Catch him slipping
Chilling wit bitches
Showing off, ice on his wrists, diamonds all glistening
Walk up to his car, twin glocks, extended clips and
Knock on his tinted window and empty both of them bitches
Yea
Got a lot on my mind, I'm spent, But I thank you all for letting me vent