Let It Go

I ain't never had I'm going get It
I don't know what the fuck is wrong With"em
Said I'm hating naw never (Never)
Chip on his shoulder so barbaric Carry it around like he Pallbearer

Can't let it go
Caught a feelin they was hatin hit That bih right on the nose
(Fake as niggas)
(Hit that bih right on the nose)
These niggas fake and they fraud
I'm just the boss if you ask me
I'm still alone on them back streets Serving white boys yeah that back Street
And we don't let a cat creep Nigga pitch bullets such an athlete
Fuckin with the boss you know how That be

Bitches throw it at me
Car go fast she go that speed
Bih fuck around and run a track meet
Niggas tryna sack me
I ain't trippin tell that boy get at me And I don't do the gram so don't at Me
Freds watching happily
Got me in the red zone and
They almost caught me swear they Tapping all my bitch phone
Heard Johnny caught that body
Got that boy soon as he get home
It's money everywhere
And I'm just out here tryna get some
So get some with me
Cuz you come stupid you gon get Slumped with it
Blow the brains from his coof
I'm thinkin this dumb nigga
Then get some brains from his bih You know she dumb with it
Cold game so insane but dumb shit Come with it
Man thats right you betta move Around
But not in my way cuz I had enough Of these niggas
Its so many problems that I can't Solve with the nina
Coulda wacked em from the start it Was god came between it

But I just can't let it go
Caught a feelin they was hatin hit That bih right on the nose
(Hit that bih right on the nose)
These niggas fake and they fraud
I'm just the boss if you ask me
I'm still alone on them back streets Serving white boys yeah that back Street
And we don't let a cat creep Nigga pitch bullets such an athlete
Fuckin with the boss you know how That be

See Ima boss and a savage
Please don't put yo trust in me
Cuz me I let you have it
My bitch kept that loyalty
To me thats nothin average
Family is all I need for them I do Gymnastics
Yeah nigga I'm talkin with that work And that FN
Yungin with Precision bitch
Yea I shoot it like I'm Stephen
Beat a nigga broke my fist
Work it with the left hand
Use to sale them pounds
Broke em down like the levees
Served em around town
I'm talkin O's, half's and sevens
Society can't fuck with me
They label me a villain
And judge he keep judgin me
He say that I keep dealin
But I ain't even trippin
I'm out here on a mission playin them cards that they dealt me
But I'm on now
Mama said son
Yeah you grown now and
Every action you make is your own Now
I told mama I'm knowin now
When I pulled up blood was pourin Out
So when I catch lil blood you know It's goin down

But I just can't let it go
Caught a feelin they was hatin hit That bih right on the nose
(Hit that bih right on the nose)
These niggas fake and they fraud
I'm just the boss if you ask me
I'm still alone on them back streets Serving white boys yeah that back Street
And we don't let a cat creep Nigga pitch bullets such an athlete
Fuckin with the boss you know how That be

And i don't play that game no Atari
Get yo ass smoked Bob Marley
These niggas tried to pull a
Mitch in the hallway but
They ain't know I'm strapped with That small drac
Wouldn't believe it if I ain't see it But yea I seen it and I saw
Niggas creepin up behind
They tryna take lil Brody out
Blood gushin Rugga bustin
He just tryna get'em off
And I'm slidin thru that bih
I'm just tryna get in park
When I hop out bih I'm dumpin
Bullets flyin thru the car
Like a movie ina way
Tryna shoot everything around that Bitch except a movie here today
Left a few'em in his face
I just promised my mama
I wouldn't gon do her this again Judge told me if he see me
Then I'm ensuring for a ten
But the lawyer keep talking
Like its sure we'll win
Eight years of probate
I can't go do another case
And that bitch when made a Statement tryna send me ona way

Can't let it go
Caught a feelin they was hatin hit That bih right on the nose
(Hit that bih right on the nose)
These niggas fake and they fraud
I'm just the boss if you ask me
I'm still alone on them back streets Serving white boys yeah that back Street
And we don't let a cat creep Nigga pitch bullets such an athlete
Fuckin with the boss you know how That be

I let you have
Average
Gymnastic
(Yeah)
Work and that FN
Bitch I shoot it like I'm Stephen
(Bow bow)
Work it wit the left hand