Album: Black Rose (2014)

Let It Go

I make 'em holla "there he go" (there he go)
It ain't the same no more
No more playin', ain't no games no more
I ain't afraid to let it go
I got my own money now
I got my own niggas
What these bitches want from me?
I will never know
[x2]

You can't imagine what it feels like
When I ain't have a dollar on me, I ain't feel right
Now they listen, and they tell me "boy, you still nice"
Don't get it twisted, cause I'm

Cleaned up like a janitor
D's watchin' on camera
Real niggas just won't speak
Stay away from police
Smoke clear and I'm still East
Corporate money, I'm still street
Like boss mob, I still creep
Them plates ready, we still eat
Out chasin' them pesos
Lawyer told me my case closed
Blue steel, nice bankroll
With the A-T-M if my bank closed
Medusa head where that belt at
Like a earthquake, the streets felt that
Flow fire, beats melt that
Bag up a verse, go sell crack
Came up off hard work
Back stronger, that bar work
I'm O-T with a white chick
We could get rich if these cards work
Heart cold, I feel numb
Need M's when that deal come
Past hoes, they feel dumb
Hit two times, just chill once
Four-five, that's flat-line
Trap talk on my back line
Green box that packed nine
I seen everything, I just act blind
Ralph Lauren my logo
Kush smoke, I'm slow-mo
Only chasin' el pollo
Not talkin' gwap is a no-go

I make 'em holla "there he go" (there he go)
It ain't the same no more
No more playin', ain't no games no more
I ain't afraid to let it go
I got my own money now
I got my own niggas
What these bitches want from me?
I will never know
[x2]

Custom-fitted shit is tailored
Floatin' like a sailor
Avoidin' a lot of failures
Lay back with Iggy Azalea
There's nothin' I can tell ya
Get some money, if not, you useless
And all you ever gonna have is excuses
Visions of that Panamera, roof translucent
Trips to Saint Lucia, kept a couple grams movin'
Beige and blood, hundred Harlem niggas invade your club
Sippin' champagne in tubs
Gotta go through pain for love
Soprano livin', like Tony and Carmela
Cash [?], bottoms was [?]
Them niggas drinkin' your bottles gon' be your pallbearers
Creatin' all terror, reflection from all mirrors
It's the same
Wouldn't change for a dollar, like four quarters
Passport good, I'm moonwalkin' through all borders
Back-court good, couple shooters, that's all water
Preparation is practice, be right when they call for ya

I make 'em holla "there he go" (there he go)
It ain't the same no more
No more playin', ain't no games no more
I ain't afraid to let it go
I got my own money now
I got my own niggas
What these bitches want from me?
I will never know
[x4]

You can't imagine what it feels like
When I ain't have a dollar on me, I ain't feel right
Now they listen, and they tell me "boy, you still nice"
Don't get it twisted cause I'm spittin'
We could still fight

There he go
There he go
I make 'em holla "there he go"
I ain't afraid to let it go
Eastside
Dave East
Talk of New York
Come to my city, yeah