Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Let Me Go , by - Pill. Release date: 22.05.2011
Song language: English
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 |
| Maybach Music |