PRE-HOOK:

You gotta let it go, aye

Yeah, you gotta let it go

If you really wanna grow, yeah you gotta let it

VERSE:

Sobriety missing, reminiscing on piety

Deities wouldn’t listen, mentioned propriety (or lack of)

Yeah they be eyeing me, noting my notoriety

Knowing of whats my fate, give a fuck about my compliancy

But as of late I been focusing on my coteries

I pull up in that all black, the mazda boys, the rotaries

You know it’s me, toting blow and groaning at your rosary

Joking that jesus senpai, hoping that he would notice me

And when that fall come it’ll fall where it’s ‘sposed to be

Wallowing in my wallet and plotting on popping ovaries

Overly bored with niggas I’m bagging em up like groceries

Like I said, its how its sposed to be

HOOK:

I been in the field for a minute (that’s alright)

I forgot on how to feel, that’s a given (that’s okay)

I don’t know if this shit real, or if isn’t (ain't no praying for me)

I just gotta let it go

If I really wanna grow

I just gotta let it

VERSE TWO:

Yeah, I’m leaving out the city

2020 looking pretty, gimme gimme plenty pennies

Semi sick of eating dennys, ugh

Ginny guinness in my sippy cup

Ain’t really get me sick enough, so listen bud the gig is up

I’m twisting bud it gets me up, it lifts me up

Yeah right up out that mud, it’s pretty sticky, yeah that icky rut

Tryna get a thicky slut to lick me where my dickies shut

Evidently I ain't rich enough, so bitch you bet not hit me up

OUTRO:

Aye the bland tan camry

Momma used to pick me up

The fans can't stand me

Drama, it be divvied up

My mans all family

Calling off my plans, if you never understand how to land off envy