Can't Let Go
Rest P my brother gone
Got me reminiscing
Too much going on
For me to fit in any sentence
Shit it's been a minute
Let a nigga vent a minute
This is more than a song
This a intervention
I been questioning my own life
And existence
It's evident I need assistance
But I keep distant
I'm hesitant on these bitches
Cause they keep switching
My detriment is these ceilings
But I keep building
My relevance is celibate
My situation delicate
I need Help period
But I question it
Regimen
These bars heal me
When I'm mendicant
Gentlemen
You still guilty
With no evidence
Judge rule a nigga
No measurement
This shit is unpresident
Who tf 2nd this
Man this world wreck a less
In sin
Need a exorcist
And Nigga need a therapist
Before I turn terrorist
Effortless
Predators
Walk like feminists
Speak predicates
Senators
Talk like lawyers
Speak Settlements
Bitch niggas
Act like gangsters
Need preference
Thot hoes
Act like wifey
Need elegance
Arrogance got me icy
Not jealous ness
Inherited
I seek fights on my nemesis
Cannibus
I smoke like it no end to this
Amateurs
My whole life had no benefits
Cameras
Lights, Action
No cinema
Stamina
Drop this shit
With no Enima
Barrier
I just stick to my perimeter
Character
Always Gangsta
John Dillinger
My flow hits
On all cylinders
My quotes stick
Likes raw Vinegar
My hoe thick
But waist miniature
Your bae sick
Like chlamydia
I slay shit
And gulp henny up
I make hits
Can call anyone
Anywhere
Westbank shit
And Ima general
Be aware
My team win
We like a citadel
We in rare
Formation
Too old for all that hoe chasing
And cold casing
Red Stripes and Paul Mason
Got me all hazy
Feelin privileged like a Caucasian
Hungry for the money
I got starvation
Had to get it out the hard pavement
God saved me
How the fuck im posed to save
With rent and car payments
Plus a small baby
It's all shady
Niggas dying flaky
So my pistol off safety
Eyes low from the bud
Like im part Asian
Only thing I fear in death
Is reincarnation
All eyes on me
Makaveli
I got two packs ready
For the Mac 11
I got two cats posted in the back finessing
Ion do chats
I ain't tryna hear ya stressing
Going through the records
Looking for a better method
You niggas seem desperate
I got New Orleans essence
Going through depression
Since I was a adolescent
I take every blessing
But my demon second guess it
Got me reminiscing
Too much going on
For me to fit in any sentence
Shit it's been a minute
Let a nigga vent a minute
This is more than a song
This a intervention
I been questioning my own life
And existence
It's evident I need assistance
But I keep distant
I'm hesitant on these bitches
Cause they keep switching
My detriment is these ceilings
But I keep building
My relevance is celibate
My situation delicate
I need Help period
But I question it
Regimen
These bars heal me
When I'm mendicant
Gentlemen
You still guilty
With no evidence
Judge rule a nigga
No measurement
This shit is unpresident
Who tf 2nd this
Man this world wreck a less
In sin
Need a exorcist
And Nigga need a therapist
Before I turn terrorist
Effortless
Predators
Walk like feminists
Speak predicates
Senators
Talk like lawyers
Speak Settlements
Bitch niggas
Act like gangsters
Need preference
Thot hoes
Act like wifey
Need elegance
Arrogance got me icy
Not jealous ness
Inherited
I seek fights on my nemesis
Cannibus
I smoke like it no end to this
Amateurs
My whole life had no benefits
Cameras
Lights, Action
No cinema
Stamina
Drop this shit
With no Enima
Barrier
I just stick to my perimeter
Character
Always Gangsta
John Dillinger
My flow hits
On all cylinders
My quotes stick
Likes raw Vinegar
My hoe thick
But waist miniature
Your bae sick
Like chlamydia
I slay shit
And gulp henny up
I make hits
Can call anyone
Anywhere
Westbank shit
And Ima general
Be aware
My team win
We like a citadel
We in rare
Formation
Too old for all that hoe chasing
And cold casing
Red Stripes and Paul Mason
Got me all hazy
Feelin privileged like a Caucasian
Hungry for the money
I got starvation
Had to get it out the hard pavement
God saved me
How the fuck im posed to save
With rent and car payments
Plus a small baby
It's all shady
Niggas dying flaky
So my pistol off safety
Eyes low from the bud
Like im part Asian
Only thing I fear in death
Is reincarnation
All eyes on me
Makaveli
I got two packs ready
For the Mac 11
I got two cats posted in the back finessing
Ion do chats
I ain't tryna hear ya stressing
Going through the records
Looking for a better method
You niggas seem desperate
I got New Orleans essence
Going through depression
Since I was a adolescent
I take every blessing
But my demon second guess it
Credits
Writer(s): Herman Starks
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