Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Lettin Go, artist - Rittz. Album song The Life and Times of Jonny Valiant, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.04.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Never Lettin Go |
1995, I saw my first friend |
Get buried in the ground; |
we was traumatized |
We was just smokin' out up at Timmy’s crib |
Now we at his funeral and his momma cry |
I got two years and then Charles died |
Both of 'em gone from a homicide |
All of sudden murder wasn’t so uncommon |
The innocence that we had was gone inside |
Before we quit high school, selling drugs was cool |
Now all of sudden hittin' licks for the drugs was in |
My close homeboys from the robbin' crew |
Put me in the middle stickin' up my friends |
No wonder why nobody didn’t trust me when |
The door busted in, they tied up and gagged |
And the guy with the gun that’s behind a mask |
Is some dude you used to sit behind in class |
Let’s ask hoodie guy a bunch of time he had |
To sit down, found guilty, his youth was stripped |
He called me collect when we ususally spit |
A bunch of dope ass rap, cause the music shit’s |
The only future that boosted our optimism |
But the time was ticking as we lose our grip |
Years of boozin', and usin', abusin' drugs’ll |
Prove you on how we used to live in this… |
The street life, those street lights |
Don’t seem bright no more |
The devil’s got a hold of ya soul |
And he’s pulling you below |
Caught up in this street life, those street lights |
Don’t seem bright no more |
The devil’s got a hold of ya soul |
And he’s never lettin' go |
Back in the day she was kinda fine |
But drugs took a toll on her pretty face |
That along with hard times combined |
These days you’ll find her website online |
She quit stripping and now she gettin' paid to escort |
It’s fucked up she was the girl from next door |
Now you can see her ad right next to sex toys |
And all you gotta do is hit the local sex store |
It made a lot of people lose respect for her |
But check yourself cause only God can judge her |
She blamed her family her step-father touched her |
She tried to tell her mom but her mom’s to drunk to |
Really give a fuck and the thought disgusts her |
She sat back and watched her daughter suffer |
So her trust in love and life lost it’s luster |
Anyway I hope you rocked a rubber |
If you fucked her though |
Cause shit gets thick like the fur on the neck of a buffalo |
When you piss and your dickhead hurts |
But you gotta let it burn like an Usher song |
And try to play it off like nothing’s wrong |
I know it won’t be long |
I see my homie Scoob and said he said «What ya know?» |
He said that you gotta reap what you sow |
So many people try to swim against the undertow in this… |
The street life, those street lights |
Don’t seem bright no more |
The devil’s got a hold of ya soul |
And he’s pulling you below |
Caught up in this street life, those street lights |
Don’t seem bright no more |
The devil’s got a hold of ya soul |
And he’s never lettin' go |
We was young and dumb and full of bad ideas (bad ideas) |
So for the past five years (past five years) |
I be looking back like, «Shit! |
How the fuck I make it?» |
I’m just glad I did (glad I did) |
Slick called me up and told me, «Black got killed,» |
I was like, «For real dawg?"in disbelief |
Somebody shot him up a couple years back, he lived |
Now he’s gone for good I pray he rest in peace |
It’s terrible knowin' that you will never see |
Your friend’s face again |
I guess that’s why protection is a necessity |
You can expect to see your life expectancy be that long |
When you let the streets become your second home |
They ain’t have a choice; |
accept your role |
Hoping that they get to see the next episode |
Someone’ll shoot you in the head and won’t sweat it |
They cold-blooded never lose a wink of sleep |
And the cops don’t care neither it’s squat to them |
Your dead body’s just another crime scene to sweep |
And I ain’t never been a gangsta but thanks to Gwinnett |
Growing up I done seen some things |
I just hope that the friends that I named in this song |
Are watching over with their angel wings while we livin' this… |
Street life! |
The street life, those street lights |
Don’t seem bright no more |
The devil’s got a hold of ya soul |
And he’s pulling you below |
Caught up in this street life, those street lights |
Don’t seem bright no more |
The devil’s got a hold of ya soul |
And he’s never lettin' go |
Caught up in this street life, those street lights |
Don’t seem bright no more |
The devil’s got a hold of ya soul |
And he’s never lettin' go |