Chris Bey - Control (feat. Will T)

I can't let go
I don't wanna lose control
I need it more
I need it more

She said what's the wildest thing you've ever done
I bet I do look fun
I've been on the road something like a track
To stack my paper up
Peep my steeze
I'm flat
Money all in my lap
I'm prone to paper cuts
Bro told me I'm next
Nigga I'm up now
It's a bet like wager ups
Let me ask you what you waiting for
Something that ain't coming
Came from nothing
Had to be patient bruh
Like I'm in the waiting room
Waiting to get checked up
Got my checks up
Like I'm Nike now
Used to block my calls
Now they're in DMs tryna write me now
Boosie taught me wipe me down
Stay fresh as hell like vacuum sealed
I March like Pisces now
Headed to the top they gon pray I flop
But I'm on like cap and gowns
I graduated out that basement
People hype me now
How I really sound
Sound like I came up
I lived my dream
And now we lit
Brodie smoked a lot of trees
My others bro tote a lot of sticks
Like a lolipop if you walking sweet around Streets
Then he gon hit a lick
Get your body rocked
Get your body dropped
Man you'll be sleep between them bricks
Jordan 1 probably my kicks
Your girl call want me to hit
Call my dog in New York
Like he the Knicks
If he shoot that ball bet he don't miss
When I'm in the mall they want a pic
I don't cop it all but I cop some shit
Moving on need a box and shit
I'm a star they treat me like The Rock legit

I can't let go
I don't wanna lose control
I need it more
I need it more

Had to learn to stop stressing about
All the things that I can't control
When I'm going through hard times
I man up I never let it show
Stayed 10 toes
I ain't ever fold
Can't kick it with you
You don't got no goals
You would think it was Election Day
Cause all my Bros gotta keep a poll
Been thru things
That was hard to live with
I had to start
From the line of scrimmage
Can't hurt me
I'm my biggest critic
Flow so hot
Yeah that things acidic
Proud of Chris
Cause he left the city
Did his thing
To pursue his dreams
He told me back 10 years ago
That one day he'd be on that screen
Been thru things
You just can't believe
Lost a bro
To a cup of lean
From a city
Full of hate & greed
I got many people
Who depend on me
I don't need to be rich or famous
I just really need to feed my fam
All I want is a house that's gated
By a beach with a lot of sand
Everything goes hand in hand
Like Green Day
I'm tryna stack these bands
Had my son when I was young
Had to step up
Had to be a man
Making noise
Ima walking amp
Never let you
Tell me I can't
All of this was cause of hard work
None of this
Was by luck or chance
Keeping my composure
I can't lose control
Always did whats right
Not what I was told
Keeping my composure
I can't lose control
Tryna sell out shows
I can't sell my soul

I can't let go
I don't wanna lose control
I need it more
I need it more

Written by:
Daquan Johnson-Bey

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