KidKrazee - Leave the streets

Where do I begin
Heart's so gone, don't know if I can love again
Know some niggas, they just love to spin
Miss their target, double back and go again
If the bond Ain't there no forcing I'm too big to pretend
Safe to say they wore they welcome out no hand that I could lend
I was down, back to the floor, right on the ground, I lay my head
Gotta watch the ones you fuck with, sentence turned my homie fed
For that bag, I bet they crash out and paint the city red
See you there
If it ain't bout money, then don't hit me
This hustle shit just in me
Glock came with attachments, so the clip max out at 50
Take a bad bitch, design her down and she in Fendi
I got hoes that'll set you up for coin and bring me every penny
Taking drugs, I'm tryna fill a void, cause lately I been empty
I got problems that I face alone, don't care about what's trending
And to my daughter who I Vow to feed, I promise I'ma leave the streets
ALotta shit I got my hands in, I don't want you to see
Dancing with the devil, I see demons when I sleep
Rock out with that metal, heavy sticks when we creep
When I'm gone, they gon' need me
Yeah, I never said that loving me would be easy
Heart for sale cause Lord knows I don't need it
Damage to the point of no return and I'm still bleeding
And my problems aint your problems
I see niggas testify, hit that stand and tell
Federal cases, I'm tryna stay out of jail
I'm just praying I make it before I see the grave or a cell
Still clutching that fire
I see niggas testify, hit that stand and tell
Federal cases, I'm tryna stay out of jail
I just pray that I make it before I see the grave or a cell
Still clutching at fire and moving weight from off the scale
Lately, I been grinding way too hard, I broke the rail
When them losses turn to lessons, I was grateful for a L
Count my blessings and keep pushing, I can't blow this for myself
Roll a facer to the head, I can get loaded with no help
Niggas know the vibes, almost paid the gang like where them rack
You too green and you don't know the game then you probably get taxed
Plenty times I hit my knees and ask God to repent my past
I've been stacking so much cheese, this shit put a rip in my bag
12 behind us, I ain't talking weed when I say hit the gas
Gotta be alert, I see through the flaw like it was glass
I made do with dirt, I ain't have a lot
But you can't tell cause I done made it work
When you win and lose the ones you love man that shit be the worst

Written by:
Dejuan Caldwell

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