Let Me Be

Yea yea
Woah woah, yea
Yea yea
Woah woah, woah
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea

I was told I didn't matter
I was told to get my bag up or you ain't shit
Boy, at all
I was taught to go and tough it out
Never matter what it gon cost
Had to go and cut the snakes out
Everyday I check the lawn
I could never claim to be shit when my Mom still work a job
And my pops still out grinding
I got my mind free cause I found it
My family tree still need me
So I, steady got to keep grinding
I steady got to stay grinding
I got my dogs with me they behind me
Been on my ten toes God's timing
I been sticking to the assignment
Been on my ones lately
I don't got trust lately
You got to get the fuck back from me
You got to let me be

(Some are saying that you're bipolar
Wow, what does that mean?
I guess that you're, you know, on two ends of the spectrum
I'm Bi-Winning,
I win here and I win there)



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Writer(s): Caleb Olson
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