Lyrics Don't Let Me Go - Pill, Gunplay

Don't Let Me Go

I can’t put my gun away
I run the streets with yay
But please don’t let me go
Please don’t let me go
Gun raised, parade streets serving this yayo
100 ways but pay 'em knee deep for a KO
Ring box of things, poppin for green partner
Sling rock for profit, pockets like Betty Crocker
Crooked coppers, they watch us, hopping, hoping to lock us
While in the kitchen, serving this fish, hoping it lock up
Lift choppas, they Josh Smith and they tryna block us
No time for sleeping, fun is not an option
Fuck it, they filibuster, Pill is bustin, finna busta up
Governor, middle finger, bastard tryna muzzle us
Why?
We born broke, farm dope and form growth and eat
Stomach growlin too hard so it’s hard for us to go to sleep
You know the streets raise and groom us for warfare
Saddam Hussein mind frame, kids with a far-fetched
Dream, although it seems so obscene, it’s a lawless
World we living in so that thing in my car there
I can’t put my gun away
I run the streets with yay
But please don’t let me go
Please don’t let me go
I can’t have no fun today
Police chase me away
But please don’t let me go
Please don’t let me go
For the laws, the land, my gun the protecter
Raw’s in hand, watch for vans and cars with reflectors
Betcha couldn’t live a day in Rivers, place ya shoeprints
Runnin and jumpin gates for petty pay in some new kicks
Damn, we only barbecuing but they shutting shit down
What’s the meaning of this?
Fresh fits I gotta get down?
Naw, check out my .44 speed, a street athlete
DeSean when I run, watch em pass through all the backstreets
Eagle in the bushes, the stash is in the black Jeep
Riskin my life for plenty cash, you wan' attack me
Lost 'em, another lesson learned, less concerned with po-po's
Scales weighing these ounces of yayo, check out my logo
Fresh demin, clean in them jeans, bet it’s racked up
Serving fiends my beam, insuring that they won’t act up
17, my dream was bricks in back of a Mack truck
Police sirens, they intervening, this shit dont add up, damn
I can’t put my gun away
I run the streets with yay
But please don’t let me go
Please don’t let me go
I can’t have no fun today
Police chase me away
But please don’t let me go
Please don’t let me go
Started with just a dollar
Pistols got popped way before a collar
Thank God for baking soda, water and powder
I’m drinkin 'til I see the bottom of the bottle
I take it personal, persecuting my persona
I made something happen with nada
If we all was involved then we all split the wad up
Lazy than a muh’fucker, for gwap I got up
Past hazy than a muh’fucker, forgot who I shot up
We Charlie Sheen winning, yeah
But P-Nut ain’t here so I don’t really care
I try to burn the clutch every time I shift a gear
My nigga, same ol shit, different year, I paint it for you vivid clear
How real I keep it, that’s the biggest secret
But you hating too hard for you to even peep it
My climb to the top was the steepest, my gear was the cheapest
Meek shall inherit the earth, I was the meekest
Please don’t let me go
Please don’t let me go
Please don’t let me go
I can’t put my gun away
I run the streets with yay
But please don’t let me go
Please don’t let me go
I can’t have no fun today
Police chase me away
But please don’t let me go
Please don’t let me go
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