paroles de chanson Let Go - Tech N9ne , Tech N9ne Collabos , Big Scoob , Darrein Safron
Struggle
make
you
humble
as
a
motherfucka,
hungry
as
a
motherfucka
Perception
is
a
bitch
but
the
truth
is
a
motherfucka
Tired
of
you
motherfuckas,
tired
as
a
motherfucka
Ready
to
load
a
clip
and
get
to
bustin′
in
this
motherfucka
Lately
I've
been
on
some
other
type
of
shit
Tryin′
to
find
some
light
in
this,
searchin'
for
enlighten-shit
Exorcising
demons
every
evening
I
been
fighting
with
Yard
full
of
broken
bottles,
fighting
not
to
take
a
swallow
Fully
loaded
clip
I'm
′bout
to
flip
and
get
to
dumpin′
hollows
Now
everybody
excited
and
I'm
ready
I′ma
die
to
win
Head
first
I'm
diving
in,
anybody
fuck
a
friend
A
word
with
no
meanin′,
so
I'm
plottin′
and
schemin'
I'm
so
done
with
this
dreamin′,
dyin′
slow
and
barely
breathing
Ain't
no
future
in
this
bullshit,
rappin′
or
the
street
life
Carvin'
my
intestines,
and
deception
is
the
dull
knife
Switchin′
my
direction
want
perfection
and
a
new
life
High
prices
on
the
blow
(let
go)
So
it's
hard
to
get
dough
(let
go)
Tried
to
run
up
in
my
pad
Trying
to
hit
me
for
my
cash
So
I
dm-dm-dm
(had
to
let
go)
Sick
and
tired
of
this
shit
(let
go)
Old
homie
turned
snitch
(let
go)
Homies
brought
it
to
the
light
Redded
all
in
black
and
white
like
oh
no
(had
to
let
go)
G
shit
my
jeans
ripped
My
homies
hold
double
XL
magazine
clip
The
heat
spit
like
loose
teeth
The
kid
kick
like
Bruce
Lee
Y′all
false
as
Bloods
that
bleed
Crip
on
that
weak
shit
I'm
2-3
ballin'
but
I
peep
shit
This
for
anybody
that
say
that
I′m
on
some
sweet
shit
This
is
for
the
Darrein
is
just
too
R&B
shit
This
one
for
the
money
cause
y′all
always
on
some
free
shit
I'm
from
the
city
with
a
system
of
poverty
I′ve
seen
my
homies
go
from
ride
or
die
to
a
rivalry
I've
seen
these
hoes
loyalty
turn
into
a
robbery
Like
God
can
you
please
let
these
hoes
with
more
honesty
But
trust
me
I
tried
it
before
They
say
my
city
on
fire
like
the
devil
horn
I
been
talkin′
to
God
he
don't
hear
me
though
Sometimes
I
just
wonder
should
I
let
it
go
High
prices
on
the
blow
(let
go)
So
it′s
hard
to
get
dough
(let
go)
Tried
to
run
up
in
my
pad
Trying
to
hit
me
for
my
cash
So
I
dm-dm-dm
(had
to
let
go)
Sick
and
tired
of
this
shit
(let
go)
Old
homie
turned
snitch
(let
go)
Homies
brought
it
to
the
light
Redded
all
in
black
and
white
like
oh
no
(had
to
let
go)
Everybody
hungry
Every
night
we
on
three
Aaron
fight
the
Fahrenheit
of
very
trifling
homies
When
they
staring
right
before
me
like
they
care
But
they
parasites
and
only
wanna
Rare
bite
of
millionaire
Rice-A-Roni!
On
yo
nose,
the
flare
light
is
there
like
a
Hongi
Lead
your
layered
life
to
lonely
Nigga
you
best
leave
my
premises
You
don't
wanna
be
my
nemesis
I'ma
put
it
on
the
B.I.B.L.E.
(Die!)
Then
I
read
my
Genesis
Nigga
I
train
and
I
train
for
when
they
aim
for
my
change
At
the
range
ain′t
a
thang
they
know
my
name
and
it′s
Strange
Leave
your
brains
on
the
terrain
dead
if
he
came
for
the
games
Not
to
explain
but
me
and
my
dame
keep
a
thang
and
it
bangs!
Ekk
ket
ket
ket
ket
ket
pooh
pooh
pdddit
nigga
Taking
the
living
to
necro
They
never
knew
Missouri
killas
would
be
hillbillies
like
Jethro,
Bodine,
slept
slow,
codeine
I'm
so
mean
like
Destro
And
I
got
the
green
like
a
gecko
And
I′ma
never
let
go
of
it!
I
been
High
prices
on
the
blow
(let
go)
So
it's
hard
to
get
dough
(let
go)
Tried
to
run
up
in
my
pad
Trying
to
hit
me
for
my
cash
So
I
dm-dm-dm
(had
to
let
go)
Sick
and
tired
of
this
shit
(let
go)
Old
homie
turned
snitch
(let
go)
Homies
brought
it
to
the
light
Redded
all
in
black
and
white
like
oh
no
(had
to
let
go)
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