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now this here is not a preview
I to let it goo

Now this here is not a preview
of the album gonna bring you, or nothing like that
I share things I think quietly with those admire me
MTV diaries? its' something like that
I my heart up on my sleeve, and I, bleed for you
Cooking beats hoping to reach each one you
When I release, trust if you feel like my shit is
When you see me in the street, then speak, refund you
This was yelling "loop me!" , Ms. Hill Please don't sue me
cause I ain't one of those rappers out fronting like he got it, ni**a
I ain't got it ni**a
Throwing thusands in the strip club with
difference is I'm throwing four, he's fifty
Lord, me
B****es saying "you a rapper ni**a, ain't you to tip more?"
I don't see no p***y, baby, ain't you to strip more?
Confessions of a ass ni**a
But I put my mommy in that E class, ni**a
And I told her quit your job, but hold horses
If my next album flops it's to the post office both of us, s**t
they're saying that's a real
the thought alone is me

I think to let it go
I to let it go
I I need to, let it go, let it go let it go
I think I to let it go
Cause even matters

2:
Anticipating rain I can't the same mistakes again
them 90's raped the game
and us with a battered and bruised b***h, with a few kids
the p**sy loose, but the truth is I her though
she ain't but who is?
saying "cole you is" don't be silly ma
Cause I I'm just a born sinner the opposite of a winner
Cole summer, I predict winter
I'm finta, drop knowledge like a 5 percenter
F**k the Bilderberg, nigga show 'em God ya
Rhyme the skill, as if Nas went to
College on scholarship met pac and "I'm down with ya?"
And when they wasn't writing rhymes they f***ing lined
Puffing on swishers, up Milan?
Everytime I I et the net popping like Lebron swishes
Kay told me kill ya, and I gotta my mum wishes
When I let go how my mind switches
No looking back, don't even want to see my pictures
Pardon the rhyme scheme, I I'm long winded
Let me switch it now, its back to hell's now
Up in Hova office like, he the principal
Put me in Stargate, that s**t was like detonation now
Jus telling my so dissing ain't my intention now
drop a couple hits and all the pay attention now
A when you learn the ins and outs of the game
And reminisce a lil' Jermaine in the
Rappin' out with all the niggas that's cool to you
to realize that them niggas was fooling you
And ain't who they say they said they where
Talk about the streets, but nigga they ain't really where were
Acting like there they were, but who am I to judge
neither here or there
Just know my nigga, I like being aware
If I had one wish, I fuck Tia and Tamera, at the same time
And put name tags on they titties so I don't get they name
"Game on!!"
Like Waynes World, that came on
I'm now
5 to finish the album,
I'm now
a break from sampling now
Just to say a few to this b***h named Summer
June will make four years till I gave you my
"The up dropped, I got hot, you calling it classic
And Jay dropped autotune, you him back s**t,
my position, the whole while still wishing
A later Drake put his key in your ignition
And I my fellas
I Friday Night Lights in the winter just to make her jealous
Wanted to drop the in the summer
But the label think that they could sell it
Recoup the first week, I it ain't the s**t that they can tell us
Do you
Its been a long time coming to this thing you and me
I let it go