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Freeway

Let It Go

 

Let It Go

(Album: Black Santa - 2012)


[Verse 1: Freeway]
(Let's go!)
Fly like United
Team Early pilot
Wasting your money, all you seeing is your eyelids
We put drama to bed, early to rise, it's
Bearded Leonidas, your highness
Kill rats with semi-automatics, kill bitches with kindness
Went from an ill-minded
Blasting, leave folks mindless, spineless
Niggas try to set me up, stick me for my work
Try to creep up from behind us
No way is them pricks gon' get me
Strapped up, came on that money train like Wesley
Act up, and get put on ice like Gretzky
I'm the leader of the new generation like Pepsi
Pop off and make y'all niggas do the Running Man
That's for all y'all that think this shit fun and games
I can supply you and your other man
I'm the money man, y'all niggas know my name

[Hook:]
I was here when the money came
I arrived on the money train
Me and you, we are not the same
All my life I've been moving tons of 'cane
I let it go, go
Let it go, go
Let it go, go
Get it in and let it go
I let it go, go
Let it go, go
Let it go, go
Get it in and let it go

[Verse 2: Gillie Da Kid]
Gillie, I ain't never had a 9-5
I'm on the block putting in work, I came Elijahwan
And every time is right on time
I swear my youngin'll shoot that bitch up like it's Columbine
It ain't no secret, homie I ain't a saint
I'm on the freeway in a Dooly, work by the gas tank
Trying to get it back to Philly, I can make a quarter-mili
Plus I get it for a bargain, and I know some niggas starving
I'm all up in that lemon Porsche
Off of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
They never would've thought, this nigga years ago
Who was there, pop had the city in a headlock
These niggas dead weight
The whole, no stop, drop twenty on a wrist watch, nigga no rocks
New Panerai I chop bricks, no samurai
I stay ducking the fed cameras
Ain't I with the playing and that joking, no
So you can keep that bullshit, joker, no
We get 'em in and then we let 'em go
So if you need that work, then nigga let us know

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Saint Sann]
Raising the bar, the picks, Razor Ramon
Rolex, diamonds, we on, soul glowing like Tron
Haters use so many bricks for buildings, I go King Kong
With that white girl in my hand, like T-shirts we bare arms
Early, money train, you ain't got a ticket
Talk about a king from Harlem, only time you gotta witness
Come around here you is not getting it
If I believed in luck, then lottery I'd be hitting it
Thoughts never limited, professional penmanship
I'm in season, y'all still scrimmaging
All I know is the hustle, what are you imagin'?
We talking birds more stirred than the Wimbledon
I let it go, go, go go
I really kick it out of Philly, call it Eric Snow
Return of the Last Dragon, Bruce Lee with blow
They want me to fall, Niagara, but the water still flow

[Hook]

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