let go

[Intro] You know—, —dea, your—, —sy, —sy, bu—, it's all— You know—, —dea, your—, —sy, —sy, bu— (That's not money to me) [Verse] Don't wanna think of the bad times, they not funny to me Don't wanna slack in the pastime, that's not money to me I'm tryna stick to the fast life, without a budget decrease I done took too many damn lines, I'm feeling numb in the feet Pull you in, got to suffer defeat So many things in my brain, no way I could keep it discreet I wanna travel the world, but it's too many people to meet I had enough of the beef last year, so I'm keeping it sweet Grandma put on sun dance Leave 'em paralyzed from the waist down, can't catch a body but a gun can Two tabs in the ShroomTek, I done met God, He a fun man Wеnt to school with a class clown, last time I check, he a gunman Don't wanna talk about financе or the late bills, that's a tough topic Life a movie and I'm finna watch it, pull up dolo, I don't need a squadron I ain't trying to outdo no nigga, I was just trying to hit a target Bank rolls, with the hot shit and the shoe box in the back closet Tenth grade, I ain't say shit but at least I had Foamposites Down bad, and I'm strapped up in my bedroom, make a brain omelette Niggas do the bare minimum Beat good, but the flow dog-shit, I say we should get rid of 'em Others sayin' we should form a mosh pit, niggas don't got discipline In the crib, trying to make a living, selling metaphors, and idioms Wouldn't give it up for a million Many times, could've got up in the mix, I'ma stay a civilian Four tabs in the breakthrough, I met Jesus too, He a silly one That's not money to me That's not— that's not money to me You know—, —dea, your—, —sy, —sy, bu—, it's all— You know—, —dea, your—, —sy, —sy, bu—, it's all going off without you [Outro] Oh, ha, ha, ha, ha Ah You— you— ah You— you— ah Ah, you— ah, you— ah You— you— you—, ah