CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Let It Go
I been sellin' dope, I can't let it go
If you beef and I ain't killed you, just let it go
'Cause my G's loyal man, they won't let it go
I hop out wit that 50 stick and just let it go
X2
What you workin wit young nigga, that shit is weak
Why you sellin them big stones, f*ck off the street
I be ridin round the hood lookin, even when it looks dead my city joogin
I know how to sell a pretty woman, cookin
I been sellin' dope, I can't let it go
If you beef and I ain't killed you, just let it go
'Cause my G's loyal man, they won't let it go
I hop out wit that 50 stick and just let it go
X2
Livin' life on the run, tryna switch to a pen and a pad from a knife and a gun
My reaction is different from these rappin' ass niggas, 'cause in the streets a sub tweet'll get you slapped with the pistol
Retweets are stray bullets, crackin' through windows, a jack boy doesn't care about your trappin' credentials
A business owner doesn't care about the school that you went to, the grades you received from the classes you sit through
They flexin' without pushin' weight, so they lookin' real scrawny, like they never ate
Don't lie to kick it nigga, if you've never played, Mohamed Ali in the rings and you're a feather weight
I've gotten money in every state, whippin' the soda, grippin' my soaker
Sittin' bitches in Minnesota and in the Dakotas, with big city quotas, bras full of bricks full of coca
Stacks of money that won't fold up, killer in my jeans they won't roll up
Keep it full and cocked, I don't load up, when they see the nine, they hands held high like God showed up
I been sellin' dope, I can't let it go
If you beef and I ain't killed you, just let it go
'Cause my G's loyal man, they won't let it go
I hop out wit that 50 stick and just let it go
X4
I shot my shit and only got respect from the opposition when I became the aggressor
There's no more honor in these streets, they don't respect respect, loyalty, integrity
They respect killers and ruthlessness, an [?] attitude seems to be the only way to blend in and survive out here
When the police came down into my club, they didn't tell me to stop what I was doing
They said, "We see you're making money, we need ours"
Church money spent at the strip club, shit's real dirty and it's not changin' like that
People get surprised to see me on MTV, then I pull up on em like "skrrt"
There's no magic rapper button for this shit
Nah, I'm still with this shit
If you beef and I ain't killed you, just let it go
'Cause my G's loyal man, they won't let it go
I hop out wit that 50 stick and just let it go
X2
What you workin wit young nigga, that shit is weak
Why you sellin them big stones, f*ck off the street
I be ridin round the hood lookin, even when it looks dead my city joogin
I know how to sell a pretty woman, cookin
I been sellin' dope, I can't let it go
If you beef and I ain't killed you, just let it go
'Cause my G's loyal man, they won't let it go
I hop out wit that 50 stick and just let it go
X2
Livin' life on the run, tryna switch to a pen and a pad from a knife and a gun
My reaction is different from these rappin' ass niggas, 'cause in the streets a sub tweet'll get you slapped with the pistol
Retweets are stray bullets, crackin' through windows, a jack boy doesn't care about your trappin' credentials
A business owner doesn't care about the school that you went to, the grades you received from the classes you sit through
They flexin' without pushin' weight, so they lookin' real scrawny, like they never ate
Don't lie to kick it nigga, if you've never played, Mohamed Ali in the rings and you're a feather weight
I've gotten money in every state, whippin' the soda, grippin' my soaker
Sittin' bitches in Minnesota and in the Dakotas, with big city quotas, bras full of bricks full of coca
Stacks of money that won't fold up, killer in my jeans they won't roll up
Keep it full and cocked, I don't load up, when they see the nine, they hands held high like God showed up
I been sellin' dope, I can't let it go
If you beef and I ain't killed you, just let it go
'Cause my G's loyal man, they won't let it go
I hop out wit that 50 stick and just let it go
X4
I shot my shit and only got respect from the opposition when I became the aggressor
There's no more honor in these streets, they don't respect respect, loyalty, integrity
They respect killers and ruthlessness, an [?] attitude seems to be the only way to blend in and survive out here
When the police came down into my club, they didn't tell me to stop what I was doing
They said, "We see you're making money, we need ours"
Church money spent at the strip club, shit's real dirty and it's not changin' like that
People get surprised to see me on MTV, then I pull up on em like "skrrt"
There's no magic rapper button for this shit
Nah, I'm still with this shit
