l e t . g o . m y . h a n d (with Bas & 6LACK)

Soldier's song, marching on, on

Hoping to see home

If I die before I

See your smile just one more time

Sometimes I question whether this shit matters

Putting substance into something in a world so used to instant gratification

I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation

Ib sent it a year ago or so

I probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know?

Shit don't always connect as soon as you press play

At times you gotta step away, do some living

Let time provide a new prescription, giving truer vision

I dibble-dabble in a few religions

My homie constantly telling me 'bout Quran, putting me on

I read a few pages and recognize the wisdom in it

But I ain't got the discipline for sticking with it

Now I'm on the way to London, got a show for seven digits

I'm wondering just when did I become my biggest critic?

I wanna be my biggest fan, like how I was when didn't nobody know my jams

Today my son said, "Dad, let go my hand"

Reminded me one day he's gonna be his own man

And my job is to make sure he's equipped

I gotta make sure he not no bitch 'cause niggas bound to try him

If I said I was the toughest growing up, I would be lying

I had a fear of getting punched while everybody eyeing

Add to that a constant fear of dying

By gunshot wound, the other violent type of endings

I kept a tough demeanor on the surface but was mostly just pretending

Luckily my bluff was working way more often than not

But sometimes a nigga pulled my card, tryna expose me for a fraud

And with my reputation at stake

I was scuffling just to save face

Couple wins, couple losses, some broken up too quick to call it

My last scrap was with Puff Daddy, who would've thought it?

I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so much

You would've thought my favorite rapper was Puff

Back then I ain't know shit, now I know too much

Ignorance is bliss and innocence is just ignorance

Before it's introduced to currency and clips

Or bad licks that have a nigga serving three to six, shit

Soldier's song, marching on, on

Hoping to see home

If I die before I

See your smile just one more time

Soldier's song

I could be one to lean on

Time will right the wrongs

Won't be long

How can we grow any closer?

How can we grow any closer?

How can we grow any closer?

How can we grow any closer?

Something inside of me's tryna crawl up to the surface

Something is suddenly smothering, stopping me

Stubbornly getting its way (way), way (way)

Drowning out the wave (drowning out)

I've got a reason to believe that I'll turn out just fine

Soldier's song

Lord, please guide our steps

Watch us, cover us

So that every move we make is in alignment with Your will

Your purpose

Please fill us with Your spirit

Keep us forever in the present

For presence makes the strongest fathers

Teach us how to lead

Show us how to love