Laso - Let the beat go lyrics

rate me

Man, I praise the Lord,

I praise the Lord every day.

I was trying to get a sweater,

God ain't barely pay.

Our money here, like I do that thing.

I don't sell no bricks,

But aunt Focus might.

How you feeling, how you feeling,

Like a fucking millie, looking filthy,

King of the hill, but I don't see no billies,

I don't see no Bentleys, my pocket's empty,

I just see the struggle, it's all within me.

Struggle in the high-school, fuck that.

Struggle is demises, fuck that.

That's your only warning,

It's two in the morning,

Ya'll started yawning,

I started rapping,

neighbors coming like quit your rapping,

I told em' like quit your bitching.

This shit go platinum, fuck yo' fat shit,

Never gonna change up, I'm an artist,

Adapted, with a backpack and my backpack flapper,

Knowledge is power, I like my niggers,

But I love my dollars, from K.G.

To the big ticket, big ticket to the back door,

Breaking in through the back door,

We know how we die,

We die like black panthers,

Until we rot, what?

We ride like black panthers, what?

Faced down and not face up,

Face down, but you ain't chewing nothing,

Eyes wide, no hit, guys,

Rotation, got five blooded,

Rape her and climb deep,

She pissed up 'cause we broke-up,

I grind it, I'm probably sighing,

Pushing mates down, miss.

I just want a shot,

Like my trigger finger itches,

Underdogs on top,

So we riding on you bitches,

You can't ignore, you can't ignore my intuition,

I'm on a mission, on my both two bitches,

Double all my broke two witches,

Keep it real, I'm never switching,

Fuck the deal, I'm never selling,

I'm never selling out.

But the middle man,

I took a different route,

No time allowed, we hold it down.

Look at me, wow, what's a couple of years ago?

Black ducks, I came from a broken home,

had a broken flow, but when you out

Shit is starving, you eat slough,

And when you out here, you desperate,

You death row. It'll come to you,

Just let the beat know.

It'll come to me, I let the people know.

Hail to the people now,

And treat the people equal.

Born to kill, I gotta kill,

Like fucking sequel, dry your evil,

Draw your pistol, money's why you're into,

It's what they teach you

But they don't teach us 'bout old Malcom,

All we know is Benjamin, Jackson and Washington,

But who the fuck is Washington?

I wash my clothes with Washington.

That's five corners. I gotta slaughter

My competition, now check your daughter,

She probably missin' getting born in the jungle.

I can roar your grumble given thanks to my hustle.

Came up and I fell down,

Barred down and I came up,

My, weight, height can change us,

So fuck ya, don't hate us,

They're true black,

Not white lie,

A weak life till we arrive

21 amd ...

Fuck boys, I see them,

Like two plucking their mud feet.

Can't kill me, I'm John E.

Keep working hard

Can't go to sleep,

keep working hard,

Like you're working with a dart.

Andres, like fuck beserk.

Work hard like convicts,

And pray the Lord like a convert.

And I pray to the Lord like a convert.

But what you mean?

How much you worth?

Do you work hard?

Or do you talk about it?

Do you live Levis,

Or do you rap about it?

I'm so fucking high,

So I think about it.

You so fucking gone,

I let you dream about it.

And let the beat go.

I let the beat go.

I let the beat go.

I let the beat go.

I let the beat go.

I let the beat go.