Let G0

Let it go, damn
I've been in my room, you know, lonely and thinking
God damn, I really do blink
I've been in my room, lonely and yes, I've been thinking

Oh man, I don't know how many times I've been blinking
I've been in my room, alone, I gotta let it go
That's what my mama told me, but I just let the snow rain
You know, go to sleep, and then that comes

But I can't get no sleep when the rest runs
You know, God damn, I had to let it all go
Let it go from my past, let it go from my shoulders
You know the boulders got me heavier than another fucking car or a ton of them

I really wanna go afar
I got a ton of dreams, niggas coming up
You know they coming with the schemes and the rhymes and the disses
But I'm just on my misses, you know, trying to stay

And I'm focused on my bitch and you know I wanna do my thing
I wanna go and get the gold, get the silver and the gold
Oh man, get my own
You know do a new flow, ay

I want a song hoe, ay
I wanna go up here biggest in the name board
God damn, I don't know, but ay, I be running bored
I get I play my game and yes I play out my own way

You know what nigga, throwing shade
I'm sorry about the shit
Yes, I gotta let some pain out
That's how I'm coping man

Yes, that's how I'm coping
I be letting all these racing thoughts out on the mic
I don't know if I could talk now
I don't know if I talk

You know, keeping to myself when I'm in the darkest place in the depths of hell
You know, really need the help, but you don't fucking talk
You know, don't even ask
You look the other way, huh

You know, God damn
You look the other way, huh
You know niggas are acting really two-faced
Bitches acting in the grave, trying to slow some thought on me

You know, fuck my name, so I had to go change
You know, now Blackie.T. reigned
Thomas fucking died again
You know, bitches fucking up and niggas switching bends

You know, can't stop, so I got my damn pen to the paper on the dot
But I've been freestyling
Nigga, I don't know how to write
Sometimes when I'm on a fight, on a flight, on a kite

When I've been spitting on the mic, I get I say some things
You know, I got these metaphors, got these symphonies
And now I got some empathy, whore
But not for you, for my mama only rule

God damn, I got some sympathy for my brothers, too
You know, some empathy for all of my niggas I love
If I say I love you, nigga, nigga, and you give a hug, I keep on going
Yes, I've been in the darkest depths, but hey, I'm coming up

And I'm going to let go all of it