Let Go - Tech N9ne, Darrein Safron, Big Scoob

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)