Let Go

I was, born under the stars
It was mad early I had come in the dark
And that's when my whole life started coming apart
I was strugglin' my mother put some love in my heart

And she told me, baby let go

I was runnin' the streets
Not because I had to but because it's stuck in my DNA
Mistakes, shit, Steven made a couple of these
These niggas Alpha Gals(AGS) and so they never wanted the beef
Are ya airways in question?
I've seen some niggas lose breath when their afraid of death and
Feelin' all that pain like they scared way they blessings
There's a highway to Hell, but just a stairway to heaven
So I had to hit the road
Along the way someone was gettin' poked
I used to be a dog but never threw a bitch a bone
I'd get some dome, sippin' somethin stiff n cold
Shit gets old, but I never been that nigga whipped and wont

Baby let go

Boy I'm stuck in the past
I know the gift of bein' present isn't one I can wrap
Make ya Queen see the light because she cum in a flash
But if I cum too quick I know that nuttin' will last, get it?
Let me calm down
Back to the lessons that I learned from my mom now
Pick yo ass up off the ground if you fall down
Better put in work, this ain't a shift that you can call out, all out
I'm in grind mode
Y'all are countin' stupid sheep?
I'm in grind mode
I'll turn a mountain to a beach
I'm in grind mode
Man fuck the beef and cut the cheese
Starbucks has to come to me to crush the beans
I'm in grind mode
Man, look at Ralph wreck it
Hopscotch bars can't nobody out step it
Virus in my throat shit and now my mouth streppin'
Spittin' sick shit, the kid's quick at kickin' out venom

Baby let go

Man I really hope to save him
Police steppin' on me told a nigga hold the bacon
Loose laces trip when money dip like Copenhagen
No one's safe when folks need paper bad enough to close a Staples
Damn, that's a bar, no prison
Gotta free ya mind, that's a cell I won't live in
Scared to live and scared to die these niggas toe tippin'
But I'd rather fly the coop than grow to be an old chicken
Dig it? I'll risk it for the biscuit
Grabbin' on my dick and then I'm gettin' to the mischief
Draggin' on a spliff and then I'm lifted for a minute
But I'm back up on my shit because I'm gifted with the writtens
Bitches, kill it, I'm feelin homicidal
The devil strong within me and I'll swear it on the bible
Hear my true intention play it backward on a vinyl
Imma murder anybody that got father in the title
Call it daddy issues
Shit I wish he never had me issues
Stupid pride, when I cried he never grabbed me tissues
Now I'm fucked up and wish I never had these issues
A decade later he call back and tell you that he miss you

Baby let go

So I try to let go
Before I buy some flower just to leave 'em by the headstone
Before I leave impastas with a little side of pesto
I'mma feel the beat and just get lost inside the tempo
Peace