Vent
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Vent was released on November 30, 2025 by Gic0e as a part of the album Vent - Single
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Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gic0e
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Bruce Graham Jr
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Henry Ndungu
Producer
Lyrics
Let me vent
Let me vent
Let me vent
Uh
**** fuck yo congratulations
My homie died about 9 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
Before 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 wyling
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 200 on this dash
I been locking in with pops, healing curses I know he passed
Where you at?
For that head, I'll put 200 on this dash
I been locking in with pops, healing curses I know he passed
My mama know my trauma & my father know my cash
& 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 be tryna find alignment
Fell in love with silence
Know the art of war, free Palestine and fuck the congress
I been, fell 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 gone 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 gone 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 spinning like doorknobs
If you see me when I'm out, just know I upped the scorecard
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
