Let There Be Light (feat. Tre Williams)

Yeah

Check, check, testing

It's clear out there

Yeah

It's like I'm hang gliding over the 'hood

Ha

Never worry (Oh no, no no)

Haha

Uh

Check

Let there be light

No gang banging in New York tonight

Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger than life

Turn up the kid mic 'cause y'all ain't listening right

What's all this talk that Nas got bought?

I'd rather outline my body in white chalk

Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a standstill

This is all overseen by my man Will

As I walk through the valley, the shadow of death

I know that I ain't got much time left

And they don't really wanna see the good in me

Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me

(And I) Handled my business, so my sin is great

(And I) I thank the 'hood for all the love they gave

(And I) Forgive them all who did their best to hate

Oh let there be light

This ain't to glorify, just painting a street picture

There's no guidance or Bibles, just blunt and Swishers

Gillettes cut 'caine in kitchen

Now every rapper wanna claim he hanged with Kenneth "Supreme" Griffin [sic]

It's like the same difference, 'cept when **** get arraigned

They don't want the same sentence, **** get to snitchin'

If I could reverse demises and turn falls to rises

And bring back **** who was livest

Old hustlers, reminiscing on better days

They home doing nothing, might as well be in a cage

Hating on young brothers, one foot in the grave

They used to love us till we found our own way through the maze

New York, set trippin' and flaggin'

Got the West Coast laughing, now Esco's asking what happened

My homegirl from upper Manhattan

She remembers the quarters that's Latin

A lotta rat-a-tat-tattin'

As I walk through the shadow of death

I know that I ain't got much time left

And they don't really wanna see the good in me

Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me

(And I) Handled my business, so my sin is great

(And I) I thank the 'hood for all the love they gave

(And I) Forgive them all who did their best to hate

Oh let there be light

The son of the audio cassette era, TEC wearer

Bullets and baguettes, Benz Bose speaker terror

Demand I get mine till I'm dead

So I could drive somethin' red

Like that horse standing on its hind legs

Since Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds

I wanted bread like Wonder

Not Ned the Wino like the parents of Lionel

Nas is the ghetto American Idol

No matter what you do you're never getting my title

I can't sound smart 'cause y'all would run away

They say I ain't hungry no more and I don't talk about yay

Like there's no other way for a ex-hustler

Cake getter, ex-wig splitter to touch ya

I beg to differ

When you're four years in the game, we can have a conversation

Eight years in the game, I invite you on vacation

Ten years in the game, after I've enjoyed my fame

Only then I'll let ya pick my brain, ****

Right about now

I don't even deal with all that garbage

We getting real right, ya know?

Yeah, there's Tre Williams, ladies and gentlemen

Focus on good things, man, good times

Hehe, alright

As I walk through the valley, the shadow of death

I know that I ain't got much time left

And they don't really wanna see the good in me

Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me

(And I) Handled my business, so my sin is great

(And I) I thank the 'hood for all the love they gave

(And I) Forgive them all who did their best to hate

Oh let there be light

As I walk through the valley, the shadow of death

I know that I ain't got much time left

And they don't really wanna see the good in me

Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me

(And I) Handled my business, so my sin is great

(And I) I thank the 'hood for all the love they gave

(And I) Forgive them all who did their best to hate

Oh let there be light

Oh let it be, let it be, yeah yeah

Let it be, let it be