intro sometimes i just be wanting to vent you know i can just talk on it you know verse1 yea uhh for the past couple of years ive been slept on with the best songs tryna figure out where i went wrong shit for a minute i thought a nigga was black balled so i said fuck rap started getting that crack off nigga real talk it got so bad started pimpin hoes bakerman hit me like dogg why you ain t spittin flows lil bro it dont feel the same with out you in the studio said damn big bro you right man thats my queue to go even though the money was good i was getting a rack a day everytime i was getting a dollar i was giving rap away glad that you called that night nigga thats real talk without this rap shit i feel lost lets talk for a minute and when i talk just listen homie lets talk for a minute dont talk over me cuz when you talk you dont listen hey yo lets talk for a minute yea can i talk for a minute yea and when i talk just listen ay yo lets talk for a minute verse 2 my whole family weve been livin rough they saw us lose the only thing we had and they ain t give a fuck the niggas that said when we down they gon pick us up they ain t around you call they phone and they ain t pickin up thank god my nigga hunned gave me a place to live and baker man let me put my studio up in his crib had to watch my little brother go house to house my big bro blowing up my phone giving me mouth about how he can t stay with me but im in the same position you just went and got an apartment and tell him you in it you kiddin right steady telling me how to live my life my daddy dead nigga you miserable go get a life and while youre jealous you really should be supporting me as long as im making my dreams come true thats whats important even though its not the american one like getting a job and going to school as long as its done ay can we talk for a minute verse 3 yea she had my heart for a year if love was real how could it all disappear and at the end of the day all i asked for was a little attention dont wanna fuck me thats a little suspicious we got it in everyday now i be lucky to hit it once a month is it another man you want what the fuck i cried to you complained you wiped my tears and swore to god that youd change 6 months later man this shit still the same what a shame i was loving somebody that didnt love they self i was helping raise a kid that was made by somebody else and was judged by your whole family solely off my wealth her own mama was a gold digger how you fuck with broke niggas what she asked you you told her that he loved me and he ah give his last two dollars to his name with no gas in the tank he would drive across the world to put a smile on my face can we talk for a minute 1