Letting Go

Yeah... Uh huh

Niggas skate when they bored
They flip to the heel
I had some scars on my heart
That took a minute to heal
Niggas be greedy and you could've given meals
A soldier with his bros getting to it, we live in the field

What do you do when real niggas ain't keeping it real?
What do you do when you peep that they been teaching us ill?
Ain't gotta lie, it's feelings that be eating me still
Unravelling malice and peace is what I need to feel

The world at odds with me, I'm tryna make an even deal
Demons lurking, tryna catch a king slipping
I turn my hurt to cash and that's the big difference
Busy mastering alchemy, give a damn who is proud of me

Yeah, respectfully, it's disrespect if you ain't repping me
Especially if we blood but I give you my blessings g
Can't be waiting on acceptance, yeah I learned the lesson
Being patient makes me greater, I curb the aggression

My existence will be cemented in history
I'm given guidance from the gods toward epiphanies
I ain't aligning with the hogs who wanting misery
I just knew that my job required me living free

I am not the same me, don't try to play me
If you been away then, stay away please
Can't be with the lack in consistency
Extra distance so you can say that you actually missing me

I'm doing a lot of letting go
If they really give a damn then they gon' let it show
I'm doing a lot of letting go
I'm doing a lot of letting go
I'm doing a lot of letting go
If they really give a damn, they gon' let it show
I'm doing a lot of letting go

Yeah, uh huh... I'm allowing whoever wanna leave to leave
I'm cool with not knowing of those wasn't receiving me
Truth is, I move on a smoother frequency
Mad gratitude is the mood and the biggest key

Why stress when I'm the bestest?
My longevity infinite with these timeless records
You the type for second and I'm the type to wreck it
Ya'll shit slight, I'll eat your rhymes for breakfast

Spending weekends on the east side of Charlotte
Cooking heat and riding these beats like Harley's
Faded with my baby, rolling sticky in a hemp
Look for me on cloud nine and I'm with the Marley's

Sorry to your preconceived notions
My intentions isn't to tease your emotions
It's really staying focused on the task at hand
And that's dough till I'm ghost, I want bags of bands

Skills that could kill, man, I'm one of the last in the lands
The rest of them relax in the sands
My locs swaying in the wind
They just playing to win but I'm playing till the end

A special kind of dedication is required in order to stay inspired
Ignited the fire within in order to give them something that they'd admire
Nothing could ever sway me to retire

I'm doing a lot of letting go
If they really give a damn then they gon' let it show
I'm doing a lot of letting go
I'm doing a lot of letting go
I'm doing a lot of letting go
If they really give a damn, they gon' let it show
I'm doing a lot of letting go