Leaving the Game - Styles P

Yeah!

Yeah we out of the game baby!

Tired of this shit!

Too many niggers ratting, no rules, no principles, no morals

What has these streets come to?

It’s all good, it’s alright (I'ma play it like the old timers do)

I’m leaving you tonight (I'ma slide on you niggers n go)

It’s all good, it’s alright (Get on my carriage or somethin')

I’m leaving you tonight (Cowards, not gon' rat on me)

I’m leaving the game, tonight I’m out

You can have my Glocks, my blocks, my chains

You can have everything except my name

And a couple pounds of smoke to keep me sane

I’m tired of this hustling, D-low and shuffling

Everybody suffering, think I need a buffering

Gunning with the Glocks, running niggers' blocks

But I got my own kids, all the sonning shit can stop

I don’t think I’m all that, but I been doing dirt since I was 12 years old

I think it’s time to fall back

Just trying to be a family man, chilling in the family van

Headed to the movie theatre, PG flick

Every time I open my safe I see these bricks

Every time I open my coat I see this clips

Start feeling stressed out so the weed get lit

And I’m thinking to myself that I don’t need this shit

What!

It’s all good, it’s alright

I’m leaving you tonight

It’s all good, it’s alright

I’m leaving you tonight

Too many new faces (I don’t know you?!)

I think niggers' wired, there’s too many new cases

Before I go to jail I rather bow out gracious

Blunt to the face in a place that’s spacious

Laying around sure beats a quarter for laying you down

Coz it’s hard being pop and a boss

Everyday in my life revolves around my kids, profit and loss

If I ain’t meeting with a teacher, I’m meeting with execs

Or I’m meeting with the pumper whose holding a street-sweeper

I’m thinking about quitting, I always got a headache

And my stomach started hurting I’m having trouble when I’m shitting

I ain’t slept in a year, from reefer and beer

Plus I come from the hood where they creep from the rear

But I’m leaving tonight, breezing tonight

For some strange reason, my breathing ain’t right

So I’ma pack my bags and leave on a flight

What!

It’s all good, it’s alright

I’m leaving you tonight

It’s all good, it’s alright

I’m leaving you tonight

I’m gone with the wind, I’ma hit the road like I’m touring again

Pack the family up, put em all in the Benz

Got some phone calls but I’m stalling my friends

I’ll see them all in the end

I’m out like super-fly, I get super-high

Might as well quit while I got a little loot to ride

Can’t go to jail, the cells ain’t super-sized

Plus I’m stuck in hell in a place where you shoot or die