Don't Let Go

Killin' y'all niggas on that lyrical shit Mayonnaise, color Benz, I push miracle whips

And I made a lot of beats and listened to Dudes vent

In my lifetime, I guess I gave you the blueprint Some about the gift, some about the curse

We all had a hard-knock life, it could've been worse Sir, you hear this verse, my theme begun

I'ma kick it till I arrive and Kingdom come What I bring to them is natural, nothing spit, is forced

Rappers wanna collab, that's a collision course This just my thoughts, of course, it's God's son

I ain't even tryna stop till my part done We live in poverty, where real people got static

Kids never heard of Nas, but carry still matics I am everything they not

It was written for me to grow up and change the plot Your flow make me sleepy, still slinging keys

You'll never make a hit, boy, you give the king disease