| Every time I wanna leave, I just can’t go away
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| These streets keep callin' my name
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| Every time I wanna leave, I just can’t go away
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| I can’t never leave da game
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| No matter how many time I go to jail
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| I can’t never leave da game
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| No many how many times I fuck up
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| I can’t never leave da game
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| Grow up poor, poorer than most
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| No papa to show me the Ropes
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| So my animal instinct on me go for the dough
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| A young nigga started packing toast for the loaf
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| Rob another and another and a sister and a brother
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| Even robbed a nigga that I thought was undercover for a whole block of butter
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| Cracka’s knockinon my mamma dope, before my mamma woke
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| Watch the dreamin' on me beain' on a higher road
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| It was downhill from now
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| It was downtown Jails and cold courtroom air
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| Every year I say I’m fin to change
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| But every year still the same, ice cold, water still feel my vein
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| I can’t leave the game, born in it, sworn in it, swerving ina foreign in it
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| No matter how many niggas doubt me
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| I can’t leave the game
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| No matter who many cops get pull on my wrist
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| I can’t leave the game
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| Never leave the game
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| Pay for my broken home, broken alone
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| Made the best outta what I had
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| Gun, glove and mask
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| So deep in the game, I couldn’t leave if I try
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| Even if I quit, keep scream in quad
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| The shit is all I know, this all I ever knew
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| Started from the bottom then I rose to level two
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| Cars got fancy, bitches did too
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| Ain’t got lover nigga, wishin' that was you
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| But they don’t know the struggle, triple triose and the pain
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| They don’t see the trouble, just the flose and the fame
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| They don’t see them niggas pointing fingers for the blame
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| The bodies, the shotties, the blood, the stains
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| I can’t leave the game, I’m born in it, sworn in it
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| Swervin' in a foreignin it
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| No matter how many time I go to jail
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| I can’t never leave da game
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| No many how many times I fuck up
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| I can’t never leave da game
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| Money in the power, keep on callin' me
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| Plus the pussy and the powder make it hard to sleep
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| Cali flowers on my chest make it hard to breath
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| And all let’s get by and make it hard to leave
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| I live for the stage, the mics and the lights
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| I’m so tired of cuffs and gettin' read my rights
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| Signed my first solo deal on the run, my advance
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| We spend on the loyal, bail on the gun
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| Never givin' the chance, always over look
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| Never givin' the glance so I took it like a crook, like I should
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| Like I 'pose to, now I had it hard sandk when I flow to
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| I can’t leave the game
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| I was born in it, sworn in it
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| Every time I wanna leave, I just can’t go away
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| These streets keep callin' my name
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| Every time I wanna leave, I just can’t go away
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| I can’t never leave da game
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| No matter how many time I go to jail
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| I can’t never leave da game
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| No many how many times I fuck up
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| I can’t never leave da game |