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PdotO - Let It Go (freestyle) part 2 Lyrics

Many nights I lay awake thinking about the great escape
F*** it, I'm just paranoid and tryna be the next great
I lost my pops at 24, I was never ready
Tears ran dry, water dripping like they broke the levy
Dark skies these dark skies is crippling
The devil still whispers, why the f*** am I still listening
It's not a game it's pain, it's self inflicted
Rearrange my thoughts, of cause I'm a victim
Convince me I'm a victim? F*** that
I'm a caged just tryna crack the system
My example is a mission
I can be the darkest individual
The turn around and be the light if you need me to
I'm in need of truth, many folks I'm speaking to
Grab the pen, let my thoughts rain in my scribble book
Some say it's tragic, some say it's magic
Only time will tell who's really that sick
My cousin passed in a car crash
This shit really f***ed me up he flew outta the car fast
Sometimes I feel like f*** this shit I wasted time
'Til someone on Facebook and Twitter hit me with a line
Like "P, your shit inspiring fam
I was ready to die 'til you was rhyming again"
So I'mma try again, God truly blessed me
Although this fake shit in the game truly stressed me
Everybody know I'm hot, been hot since
So f*** you and your whole f***ing crew if you not convinced
I'm comfortable, my aura is boss
Calculated schemes to win, 'til I'm a cocky king
Nobody spits like this
Nobody puts their spirit in a f***ing track like this
You talk shit then wonder why I react like this
I'm still hungry, why the hell you think I rap like this
My momma told me I should come back home
But I struggle, 'cause I feel like I'm in my comeback zone
So I'm writing prolifically my calm rap tone
Is on a hundred, grab a b**** then I come back on
Her back, her back slippery a freak in a minute
She believin me, she heard I'm a beast and I'm vicious
Like damn, dear father will I ever be great
Or am I just another poser trying hard to be Drake
I wonder, will I ever do away wit this pain
Or am I just fooling myself, I'm going insane
My brother is still in need, I pray our father forgive him
I only speak truth in music or else I hold it in
Perpetuate a passion my passion is ever lasting
This painful paradox I'm placed in is tragic
I'm gambling gamble with my life like a game of chess
Nothing really matters 'cause this fame is a lot to stress
And I ain't really famous, maybe hopin to be
Maybe my destiny is to be the f***ing hope in the streets
Maybe I'm numb, maybe my heart is cold and I freeze
Or maybe I'm the greatest rapper that could post on a beat
I wonder, dear father I'm speaking the truth
So let them hear me, before my spirit lives in the booth
Like damn, think I'm speaking to my God less
But still gon win so God bless the God-blessed, P