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letra de gotta let go (skit) - z-ro

f/ billy cook, lil’ keke

(billy cook)
z-ro, keke and billy cook
yeah oh yeah

[z-ro]
steady dropping alb-m after alb-m, song after song
i should of stayed up on the corner moving stone after stone
with a red dot, led blocks with no time for school
i’m in the kitchen whipping up a chicken fool
i tried to get my cash on, but i couldn’t get my cash on
everytime i hit a lick, my family dipping in my stash
got me mad, whipping up my mask and my 4-5
dipping in my cheve looking for sh-t to go down
for my real -ss players, man, they don’t want me now
use to show me love, that’s something they don’t show me now
left a player lonely now, it’s all good
that’s why i’m robbing motherf-ckers up in y’all hood
life got me p-ssed off, take the rolex that’s on your wrist off
papa said i got to pay rent, or get out this house
living in the streets back in the tre 5-7
it’s a question of life for mie got a n-gg- stressing

[chorus]
you got to let go sometimes – 8x

[lil’ keke]
sitting at the crib watching time go by
i be puffing on la, i mean myself and i
it’s been a struggle to hustle, but i maintain
cause this sh-t don’t change off in this dirty game
i got kids to feed, blocks to bleed
i really, shoot for the top my n-gg- i got to get it
money if i win puts my mind at ease
cause i be praying on my knees got to get this cheese
this a lifetime, and ain’t no turning it back
going hard with the crack, trying to get that sack
be retired from the game, yeah that’s something i wish
i stay undercover rolling strapped with four fifths
rolling don ke from h-town to cali
straight up out the valley dodging the federally
putting it down cause i’ma stay on the grind
so you roll homie try to let it go sometime, let it go

[chorus – 8x]

[z-ro]
flipping my tongue since i was young
it ain’t over it just begun, s.u.c. i represent it till my living is done
i’m on the run ducking the law with a pistol on my side
looking for trouble too deep for money at the same time
i’m a sold-ier, i thought i told you
i’m a geurilla my nagah my dogs gone fold you
pump your breaks when you run into a wild card ro
under the influence and i don’t give a f-ck no more

[chorus – 12x]

(billy cook vocalizing)

[chorus – 8x]

- z ro

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