Yeah... Uh huh Niggas skate when they bored They flip to the heel I had some scars on my heart That took a minute to heal Niggas be greedy and you could've given meals A soldier with his bros getting to it, we live in the field What do you do when real niggas ain't keeping it real? What do you do when you peep that they been teaching us ill? Ain't gotta lie, it's feelings that be eating me still Unravelling malice and peace is what I need to feel The world at odds with me, I'm tryna make an even deal Demons lurking, tryna catch a king slipping I turn my hurt to cash and that's the big difference Busy mastering alchemy, give a damn who is proud of me Yeah, respectfully, it's disrespect if you ain't repping me Especially if we blood but I give you my blessings g Can't be waiting on acceptance, yeah I learned the lesson Being patient makes me greater, I curb the aggression My existence will be cemented in history I'm given guidance from the gods toward epiphanies I ain't aligning with the hogs who wanting misery I just knew that my job required me living free I am not the same me, don't try to play me If you been away then, stay away please Can't be with the lack in consistency Extra distance so you can say that you actually missing me I'm doing a lot of letting go If they really give a damn then they gon' let it show I'm doing a lot of letting go I'm doing a lot of letting go I'm doing a lot of letting go If they really give a damn, they gon' let it show I'm doing a lot of letting go Yeah, uh huh... I'm allowing whoever wanna leave to leave I'm cool with not knowing of those wasn't receiving me Truth is, I move on a smoother frequency Mad gratitude is the mood and the biggest key Why stress when I'm the bestest? My longevity infinite with these timeless records You the type for second and I'm the type to wreck it Ya'll shit slight, I'll eat your rhymes for breakfast Spending weekends on the east side of Charlotte Cooking heat and riding these beats like Harley's Faded with my baby, rolling sticky in a hemp Look for me on cloud nine and I'm with the Marley's Sorry to your preconceived notions My intentions isn't to tease your emotions It's really staying focused on the task at hand And that's dough till I'm ghost, I want bags of bands Skills that could kill, man, I'm one of the last in the lands The rest of them relax in the sands My locs swaying in the wind They just playing to win but I'm playing till the end A special kind of dedication is required in order to stay inspired Ignited the fire within in order to give them something that they'd admire Nothing could ever sway me to retire I'm doing a lot of letting go If they really give a damn then they gon' let it show I'm doing a lot of letting go I'm doing a lot of letting go I'm doing a lot of letting go If they really give a damn, they gon' let it show I'm doing a lot of letting go