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Don't Let Me Go - Maybach Music Group
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 partna
Sling rock for profit pockets like Betty Crocker
Crooked coppers they watch us
Hopping hoping they lock us
While the kitchen serving
This fish hoping that it lock up
Lift choppas they Josh Smith they tryna block us
No time for sleeping fun is not an option
F**k it they feel the busta
Pill is bustin fill a busta up
Governor middle finger bastard tryna muzzle us (why)
We born broke form d**e and form growth and need
Stomach growlin to 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 that'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
Gutta lost the land my gun the protecter
Raws in hand watch for vans and cars with reflectors
Betcha couldn't live a day in rivers place
It's true prints
Runnin and jumpin gates for petty
Pay in some new kicks (damn)
We only barbecuing but they shutting sh*t 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 what em pass
Through all the backstreets
Eagle in the bushes
The stash is in the black jeep
Riskin my life for plenty cash
You wanna 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 his rack up
Serving fiends my beam insuring
They won't act up
17 my dream was pushin in back of a mack truck
Police sirens they intervien
This sh*t don't add up
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 dolla
Pistol got popped way before a collar
Thank god for baking soda water and powder
Im drinking until 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 then a mothaf**ka for gwap I got up
Past hazy then a mothaf**ka forgot who I shot up
We Charlie Sheen winning yeah
But peanut ain't here so I don't really care
I try to burn the clutch every time
I shift a gear
My ni**a same ol sh*t 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