Killa Clch and Sa1nt - Let It Go

I'm feeling the flame, killing the game
Losing my brain I'm feeling insane
Dope flow I'm dealing the 'caine
I'm really the man feel what I'm saying
Deal in the pain really I'm slaying
Murder this shit I'm really not playing
The milli go bang rhymes be the gang
Telling the truth don't front on my name
Scope and the beam the flow's what I mean
Ya'll needing this shit like dope to the fiend
A whole lot of cream I wanna be seeing
I came with the players don't fuck with the team
Yadadamean? I'm not what I seem
Drinking the Jamey don't fuck with the heem
Smoking the green not sipping the lean
Reality sucks I live in a dream
A lot in my jeans your girly gon' scream
Fucking your bitch 'til I run out of steam
Feeling serene, eye's got a sheen
Fuck boy shit I'm not with the scene
My champion ring I want it go bling
Murder the mic no it ain't a thing
I spit like a sniper I hit you at range
This shit is over let your momma sing

And I want you to know
That you can't fuck with my flow
Don't you know
So let it go
Let it go
Yo

I really go hard like Flock in the paint
Straight to the heart like a lyrical shank
Spitting these bars I'm killing with Sa1nt
We finna laugh hard all the way to the bank
Put it on pause, start it again
Really ain't me it's all in the pen
I'm scoring a ten a whore and her friend
They laughing at me can't afford them again
Talking my shit it's really a sin
Smoking some herb feeling silly my friend
I finna go in, I finna kill them
I'm banging this shit not affiliated
Try me at this be humiliated
You are no good you are overrated
Wondering why you're so fucking jaded
Spitting these bars and you fucking hate it

And I want you to know
That you can't fuck with my flow
Don't you know
So let it go
Let it go
Yo

Come on lil' shorty come ride with the kid
Rolling the hoopty not driving the 6
Not rotten and rich no diamonds and shit
But my little chick she nice on the dick
She liking that shit, riding that shit
Things that she doing exciting the kid
Remind me again why I'm rhyming again
Killing this shit it's the timing again
Dropping and popping and locking the flows
Dropping and hopping and rocking the show
Dropping and socking not jocking the hoes
Dropping and locking and cocking the 4's
Roughing and cussing and bust in the doors
Illin' and chilling and real in it bro
I'm really not nearly just feeling it so
I'm riding and sliding and trying to go

Written by:
Brian Mason

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