I Can't, I Can't let go of you
I Can't, I Can't let go my views
I'm too fu*king smart to go to jail for a Dome blow
I'm to fu*king dumb to peep game when I'm sprung though
Ima have to show my lack of breath show my cutthroat
Tryna be a Jefferson the world want me Jethro or death row
Test me? You gone pass me & fail me
The marathon goes on decathlon it's only day three that's day tres
I digress, should've died a couple times so now I'm not stressed
This life sh*t is open & shut
Fu*k with me in between
I'm liable to fu*k you up
Not one to fall in love these couple jawns done fu*ked it up
Gone on keep playing with my trust though
Just stay an arm's length, a hand, sh*t a leg from my BUCKS THO
I Can't, I Can't let go of you
I Can't, I Can't let go my views
I'm a crazy ni**a I just hide it really well
I'm a paradox, a walking force for change that's how I feel
What I'm feeling at the moment is a b***h that ride me well
Take the dick from underneath and can't speak so bite my ear
Took a lot of bites this year, Global warming got the streets cold
Princes turning frogs I guess rappers turning rats tho
These rascals, these meme-making Lil's and their dances
What us rappin ni**as with real vision got stanzas
Not tryna be a panther I'm just tryna hand out pamphlets about how half these rappers chains could buy
Black-owned spaceships
Black-owned payrolls Instead of paying into they sh*t
Sold out Popeyes of black homemade strength
Like tight sh*t, I'm tryna run a tight ship
I'm turning all my vice lords to business owners with a vice grip
I won't slip, come out crip or blood I hug the pavement
Show the streets love, but don't play thug that's just some mice sh*t
I might flip bust a couple slugs If you entice it
Guard the music with a glove fight night mic tyke sh*t
Pulling tykes off the mike quick
Like a curve from a, from a
D*ke chick