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now this here is not a preview
I to let it goo

Now this right is not a preview
of what the album gonna you, or nothing like that
I share I think quietly with those that admire me
R'member MTV its' something like that
I my heart up on my sleeve, and I, bleed for you
Cooking beats hoping to like each one you
When I release, trust if you feel like my is weak
When you see me in the street, speak, I'll refund you
sample was yelling "loop me!" , Ms. Hill Please don't sue me
cause I ain't one of those out there fronting like he got it, ni**a
I ain't f**kin' got it
Throwing thusands in the strip club drizzy
is I'm throwing four, he's throwing fifty
Lord, me
B****es saying "you a rapper ni**a, ain't you to tip more?"
I don't see no p***y, baby, ain't you to strip more?
Confessions of a ass ni**a
But I put my mommy in that E class, ni**a
And I told her your job, but hold your horses
If my next flops it's back to the post office both of us, s**t
they're that's a real possibility
the thought is killing me

I think to let it go
I to let it go
I I need to, let it go, let it go let it go
I think I to let it go
nothing even matters

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Anticipating rain I can't make the mistakes again
them 90's ni**as the game
and left us with a battered and b***h, with a few kids
the p**sy loose, but the is I love her though
she perfect but who is?
Hoes saying "cole you is" don't be ma
Cause I really I'm a born sinner the opposite of a winner
summer, I predict another winter
Cause I'm finta, knowledge like a 5 percenter
F**k the Bilderberg, nigga 'em God sent ya
with the skill, as if Nas went to
College on scholarship met pac and said "I'm with ya?"
And when wasn't writing rhymes they f***ing lined sisters
Puffing on swishers, what's up
Everytime I drop I et the net popping Lebron swishes
Kay told me ya, and I gotta respect my mum wishes
When I let go how my mind switches
No looking back, don't even want to see my pictures
Pardon the rhyme scheme, I guess I'm winded
Let me it now, its back to hell's kitchen now
Up in Hova like, he the f***ing principal
Put me in Stargate, that s**t was like detonation now
Jus my story so dissing ain't my intention now
drop a couple hits and all the dummies pay now
A when you learn the ins and outs of the game
And reminisce a Jermaine in the south
Rappin' out loud with all the niggas cool to you
to realize that them niggas was fooling you
And they ain't who they say they said they
Talk about the streets, but they ain't really where they were
Acting just like there were, but who am I to judge
That's here or there
Just know my nigga, I just like being
If I had one wish, I fuck Tia and Tamera, at the same time
And put name tags on titties so I don't get they name wrong
"Game on!!"
Like Waynes World, that came on
I'm now
5 to finish the album,
I'm now
a break from sampling now
Just to say a few words to this b***h Summer
June make four years till I gave you my number
"The warm up dropped, I got hot, you it classic
And Jay autotune, you wanted him back s**t,
Play my position, the whole while wishing
A later Drake put his key in your ignition
And I my fellas
I dropped Friday Lights in the winter just to make her jealous
to drop the album in the summer
But the label didn't think that they sell it
Recoup the first week, I think it ain't the that they can tell us
Do you
Its a long time coming to this thing between you and me
I let it go