In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
It's 2-0-0-4, (For sure)
And these motherfuckers still ain't got a release date for the Mo-P
Niggas got me pissed off, chest all swoll
Like an inmate, waiting to see the parole board (Oh)
Pick up your hammer, wave your bandanna
Rep your crew, or get turned into a fucking vegetable
It's MO (P nigga), it's MO (P nigga)
Reppin' N-why-see, Cormega motherfucker
It's not a game
We real niggas, one in the same
Either deceased, in the streets, or shackled in chains
As war and peace collide in the back of my brain
I'm a decide between felonies (success) or selling kis
Either way, I need the key to longevity
Mega be in the mist of violence
Grimey niggas silence
Whoever scheming dying
Cause son, I keep the iron
And speak the fly techniques, peep your highness
Raise hell nigga (Watch it)
Why yall already know the deal
You already seen the work of Bill, still
You try to stop it (Never that)
This is why we level cats
This is called rebel rap
Where's your pump and medal at (Pump it)
Blep, blep, blep, blep let your heat sting
(International g thing)
That's what we brinin'
So drop it (Oh), the legendary Mo-P
Strictly for the be (C's), be(Y), the OGs
[Chorus]
For all my niggas on the corner, going hard (Let It Go)
For my sons, doing time behind bars (Let it go)
Some live in fear, others wearing life scars
From beef long forgotten, or for fighting in the yard
And all my young niggas of dream of living large
For seeing other niggas getting money and cars (Let it Go)
And grimy niggas that be taking what's why'alls (Let it go)
Sky's the limit nigga, reach for the stars
You the type of nigga to talk about how gully you are
Then put on a seat belt, when you hop inside of your car
Welcome to judgment morning
Where the bugs ain't got love for ya
They got slugs for ya
Yo son, these niggas never got consignment
Popped off iron
Wore Fila flip-flops under they cot on the island
Pay they lawyer with street money to eat an indictment
Yet they want the same fucking respect I get
I was supplying during a drought
Fiveteen hundred an ounce, (Hold that)
Nigga with work, if you ain't want it, bounce
Yo Fame what we talk about (Drop it)
Yo, Billy runnin 'em out (Clap 'em)
Huh
(Bounce)
Huh
(Bounce)
Ugh
(Bounce)
Ugh
(Let it Go)
[Chorus]
I heard your hood needed help so I'm on it
You niggas is acting too flamboyant
It's annoying
You know I been embedded in blacktop
Weld into a black rock, fed through a crack spot
Which lead to a black shot
So bring the madness, and send the baddest
And watch me down grade they status
And turn them all into faggots
William will never have it (Uh)
Remember I'm a winner (Uh)
Why'all catch me in the ghetto with either my medal or my figures
The coke dealer, gorilla, Mega flow iller
Fucking with me, your mind, body and soul will get hit up
The four fifth'll turn you into a whole different nigga
And I prey on a jungle like a boa constrictor
(Lil' Fame)
Nigga, you gonna make me (Fucker)
Have to choke a (Bucker) outta ya ass
Like Ving Rhimes did Tyrese in Baby Boy
Your neighborhood hood's back
Nigga my nigga Mega bring the hook back
See'mon
[Chorus]
And these motherfuckers still ain't got a release date for the Mo-P
Niggas got me pissed off, chest all swoll
Like an inmate, waiting to see the parole board (Oh)
Pick up your hammer, wave your bandanna
Rep your crew, or get turned into a fucking vegetable
It's MO (P nigga), it's MO (P nigga)
Reppin' N-why-see, Cormega motherfucker
It's not a game
We real niggas, one in the same
Either deceased, in the streets, or shackled in chains
As war and peace collide in the back of my brain
I'm a decide between felonies (success) or selling kis
Either way, I need the key to longevity
Mega be in the mist of violence
Grimey niggas silence
Whoever scheming dying
Cause son, I keep the iron
And speak the fly techniques, peep your highness
Raise hell nigga (Watch it)
Why yall already know the deal
You already seen the work of Bill, still
You try to stop it (Never that)
This is why we level cats
This is called rebel rap
Where's your pump and medal at (Pump it)
Blep, blep, blep, blep let your heat sting
(International g thing)
That's what we brinin'
So drop it (Oh), the legendary Mo-P
Strictly for the be (C's), be(Y), the OGs
[Chorus]
For all my niggas on the corner, going hard (Let It Go)
For my sons, doing time behind bars (Let it go)
Some live in fear, others wearing life scars
From beef long forgotten, or for fighting in the yard
And all my young niggas of dream of living large
For seeing other niggas getting money and cars (Let it Go)
And grimy niggas that be taking what's why'alls (Let it go)
Sky's the limit nigga, reach for the stars
You the type of nigga to talk about how gully you are
Then put on a seat belt, when you hop inside of your car
Welcome to judgment morning
Where the bugs ain't got love for ya
They got slugs for ya
Yo son, these niggas never got consignment
Popped off iron
Wore Fila flip-flops under they cot on the island
Pay they lawyer with street money to eat an indictment
Yet they want the same fucking respect I get
I was supplying during a drought
Fiveteen hundred an ounce, (Hold that)
Nigga with work, if you ain't want it, bounce
Yo Fame what we talk about (Drop it)
Yo, Billy runnin 'em out (Clap 'em)
Huh
(Bounce)
Huh
(Bounce)
Ugh
(Bounce)
Ugh
(Let it Go)
[Chorus]
I heard your hood needed help so I'm on it
You niggas is acting too flamboyant
It's annoying
You know I been embedded in blacktop
Weld into a black rock, fed through a crack spot
Which lead to a black shot
So bring the madness, and send the baddest
And watch me down grade they status
And turn them all into faggots
William will never have it (Uh)
Remember I'm a winner (Uh)
Why'all catch me in the ghetto with either my medal or my figures
The coke dealer, gorilla, Mega flow iller
Fucking with me, your mind, body and soul will get hit up
The four fifth'll turn you into a whole different nigga
And I prey on a jungle like a boa constrictor
(Lil' Fame)
Nigga, you gonna make me (Fucker)
Have to choke a (Bucker) outta ya ass
Like Ving Rhimes did Tyrese in Baby Boy
Your neighborhood hood's back
Nigga my nigga Mega bring the hook back
See'mon
[Chorus]
Lyrics submitted by MattyP, edited by CrookedPin
Let It Go Lyrics as written by Glenn Hughes
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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