Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let Go, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Song language: English
Let Go |
| 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 I’m 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 thum-thum-thum (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 bless these hoes with more honesty |
| But trust me I tried it before |
| They say my city on fire like the devil home |
| 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 thum-thum-thum (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 |
| 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 thum-thum-thum (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) |