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Vent
3.707
Hip-Hop/Rap
Vent wurde am 18. August 2026 von Gic0e als Teil des Albums Wait Your Turn veröffentlicht
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gic0e
Gic0e
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Bruce Graham Jr
Michael Bruce Graham Jr
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Henry Ndungu
Henry Ndungu
Producer

Songtexte

[Intro]
Let me vent
Let me vent
Let me vent
Uh
[Verse 1]
****, fuck your congratulations
My homie died about nine months after I graduated
RIP
That shit feel fake to me, past lovers look like snakes to me
Renting out my heart through my music, filling the vacancies
I'm dumb witted, taking the trauma that come with it
She get mad we can't fuck, she be texting me, "Come get it"
I might damage her, shorties I be fucking don't be amateurs
'Fore she come around, turn off that lo and cut that camera
Blick on while we fucking, try to line, I'll Roman candle her
DM's getting locked, you wanna link me? Hit my manager
She starving for attention, I can't feed her, so I famish her
Say she like my accent, I told her that I'm from Panama
My pistol for the violence, mama say I'm wylin'
Ex ain't hear me out, so I remove myself in silence
Used to play the block, now all my women from the islands
Blocking every jawn in my phone who ain't moving honest
Curving, ducking ass, my main lover been my craft
Only fucking on the weekend, can't be fucking up my bag
Don't be bringing shorties round, if I left them in my past
If we clash, we hitting his window like sugarglass
The shorty you reposted in my DM, I can have her
Call her Mother Nature, life be coming at me faster
Where you at? For that head, I'll put two hunnid on this dash
I been locking in with pops, healing curses I know he passed
Where you at? For that head, I'll put two hunnid on this dash
I been locking in with pops, healing curses I know he passed
My mama know my trauma and my father know my cash
And my spirit full, blessed is my fruit, got mad riches
I got shorties pressed, curving these labels and bad ****
Had to cut some homies off 'cause I know that our paths different
'Cause I been tryna find alignment, fell in love with silence
Know the art of war, free Palestine and fuck the congress
I been, fall in love with actions, my spirit is my passion
Addicted to these brown skin women with nice accents and assets
Debit or credit, I'm moving cashless
Anxious when I'm outside so my Glock keep my attachments
Keep that AR in the booth, I be training for when it's static
Tactic, rolling raw papers and rocking fashion
Flare for these women, I'm too solid for my bros
I can't cook if I ain't hungry, keep my heater by the stove
'Cause I be coolin' 'cause them 5.56s get to sparking
Brodie bought a crib, he got tired of looking for parking
Text me when you outside, she can't come in my apartment
Every time I'm in her mouth, it look like she gon' get to yawning
I keep my heart beside my sleeve and my heater by my phone
I be dolo when I'm out, I look alone but ain't alone
I'm yelling, "Peace, God," hammer by the Reeboks
Nail him to the cross if he gon' slide like a glissade
She love it when I leave, but it always hurt to stay
It's two places I ain't going, back and forth, and out the way
We ain't beefin' 'bout no broads, ****, we be spinning like doorknobs
If you see me when I'm out, just know I upped the scorecard
[Outro]
Let me vent
Huh
Give me peace
Give me peace
I be coolin' when this hammer in my reach
I say, "Baby, let me vent"
Let me vent
And bring me peace
I be coolin' when I'm out, just know this hammer in my reach, ****
In my reach
Let me vent
Let me vent
Bring me peace
Bring me peace
I be coolin' with this hammer in my reach
I say, "Baby, let me vent"
Let me vent
Give me peace
I be tryna keep it cool with this hammer in my reach
God
Written by: Michael Bruce Graham Jr
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