Let It Go

[Intro]
(Exavis, where you at?)
(Joseph, pick up the phone)

[Chorus]
You ain't gotta stress no more, yeah, I got you, let it go, mama
That suffer and pain, shit 'bout to change, mama, let it go, mama
Heart turned cold from the trauma that we been through, let it go mama

[Verse 1]
Gotta play it safe, they gon' try to trick you
True survival, it was times that I wanted to quit, a nigga lost faith
Got a lot up on my back, it'll be a tragedy if I don't make it
And I don't wanna be famous, making this money is enough
No, I cannot help it, I'm too talented
They gon' put me up on them TVs and them billboards, like up
Jimmy Fallon on the way, I gotta speak it to existence
Grammy-nominated, me and the squad on a mission
Have you seen a homicide in front of you?
Dawg on the ground, took his last breath in front of you
You give 'em so much, they still want more out of you
Painkillers take away my pain, nigga
Thirty K on these tennis chains but I ain't really change, nigga
If you get locked, your bitch gon' leave, that's the game, nigga
In the end, we gon' be alright, God wash away my sins

[Chorus]
You ain't gotta stress no more, yeah, I got you, let it go, mama
That suffer and pain, shit 'bout to change, mama, let it go, mama
It's gon' be okay, we gotta let it go

[Verse 2]
I'm a top five killer, yeah, outside Maybach truck
[?] and I ain't touch my deal money
But I'm still spending money
I was in pain, took myself to [?] you ain't feel for you
This just an interlude, my nigga, I'm tryna relax
Beachboy in this bitch, right or wrong, he got my back
Mama, I know you praying for me, that's a fact
I done relapsed from all that shit I done did for you
How you put me down like Shaun wasn't there for you
Nineteen seats up on this jet but it's like four of us
Please don't cross that line, I am rich and I got time for it
And I ain't gotta put no money on his head, they gon' kill for me
Yes, I'm a star
Lambo' truck great, it look like a shark
Plus I own my masters, I done came too far
Gallery Dept. denim, I done stuffed sixty in 'em
Four pockets full like Baby
Six hundred Escalades in the back getting faded
Thinking about them times you could've died
When I think about it, I can sit and cry
I get chills from this life
Looking at my son, it's alright

[Chorus]
You ain't gotta stress no more, yeah, I got you, let it go, mama
That suffer and pain, shit 'bout to change, mama, let it go, mama
That suffer and pain, shit 'bout to change, mama, let it go, mama
It's gon' be okay, we gotta let it go