"SUMMER IN V.A" lyrics

Sometimes you gotta let that shit hurt
Real talk, real talk
Uh, yeah (Franchise)

Sixteen, I remember summers I spent at Virginia
It was country, I was comin' from the city, it was different
I had let my hair grow and got it braided by Aunt Linda
When I think about it, we ain't speak in years, not to mention
It was somethin' that she ain't agree on, that she gave me distance
And I get it, maybe it was all my fault, and I was trippin'
I took seven different bitches to go see the movie, Sinners
Had to tell myself, "You got the chance to really make it bigger"
And to tell myself, "When they go left, you can't depend on niggas"
All this fame come wit' bitches, you don't know that's in ya business
But I get it, matter fact, I don't, I feel like bitches trippin'
Matter fact, fuck it, most the shit I love came to an endin'
Had to charge it to the game, I had to take it on the chin
While we started partin' ways, I'm not sure if that's the end
I ain't see you in awhile, what's the word, where you been?
Man, I saw that I'll be here when I go back up my end
Nigga if you never try, you never know if you could win
Never know where you can take it, or like what you coulda been
I get love everywhere, it don't matter, the hood I'm in
Can't believe it, finally got to the door, and my foot is in
Notice I ain't say both, but it's work that I'm puttin' in
Sometimes you gotta let it hurt, and you'll be good again
And I said sometimes, you gotta let it hurt (Goddamn)
-Times you gotta let it hurt, and you'll be good again
I said sometimes, you gotta let it hurt (Straight up)
-Times you gotta let it go, and you'll be good again
I said sometimes, you gotta let it hurt (I mean that)
Sometimes you gotta let it go, sometimes you gotta let it hurt (Uh)