Don't Let Me Go - Pill, Gunplay

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