Ain’t Wanna Leave

Lyrics

[Intro: Toure] I don't know what you sayin' but I can't go back to average I don't know what you sayin' but I can't go back to average (Dougie on the beat) [Verse 1: Toure] I stood ten toes From where we do them walk ups, no windows I ain't swipe no Visa, it's a bankroll I'm from where they catch a victim and then change clothes That's how they claim souls I seen niggas lose they members, that's how the game goes Then tell it all, guess we don't stick to the same codes You signed up for this shit, you know you can't fold Took risks to look like this, to get my wrist and get my chain froze You move too loosely with thеm bitches, it's too easy to get you backdoorеd Fell in love with this money, point a finger, I'll get you backdoor I thought money was all I needed, mama, I sad it made me a asshole But, mom, I used to cut my jeans to make 'em shorts 'cause we ain't have clothes And that shit made me active, way before this rap shit Used to move my whole bundle before my curfew when I was trappin' I can't go commercial, I wouldn't see niggas in caskets Shit, I still know how it work and show you how to make this shit you wrap it And I can't go back to average How the fuck she end up stripping? She said she came here to do lashes Got lost in Atlanta, that money bustin' out the plastic Lost in Miami, that money bustin' out the plastic Got lost out in Houston, it's bustin' out the plastic I don't know what you seen but I can't go back to average We turn niggas to the unseen, disapear like we do magic Ride around with this .50 and this G-Lock, I can't stash it 'Bout to turn this sunny summer day into some sad shit Youngin' turn a sunny summer day into some sad shit He had all A's and caught a B, he did some bad shit They say he a bad kid Fightin' demons but it's Friday, shit, the Masjid Seen raids and homicides, Corona came, that's what the mask did It's a bunch of dark clouds, he traumatized from what the past did Actin' off emotion, he just spinnin' on some mad shit Middle of Ramadan, I seen a mama cryin, she lost her last kid He tryna prove that he got heart, turnin' niggas to weed In the fall, seen niggas fall, I done seen niggas leave On that corner early mornin', shit, I ain't wanna leave Made my first dime off this trap shit, I ain't wanna leave Made fifty off this rap shit and I ain't wanna leave She made some money in that strip club and she ain't wanna leave That's how she touch her first dub and she ain't wanna leave I told her, "We gon' ball forever but we ain't in a league" [Verse 2: EST Gee] Yeah, Hellcat, karma can't even catch to me in the long run I don't need protection from no nigga, I got my own gun I fuck three hoes in one day on percs and made 'em all cum Bought a water, the next, she suck me soul, [?] made her jaws numb Bitch blowin' up my line tryna spend time, I hung the phone up Takin' shit, it spankin' shit the way that we was brought up You won't see him ballin' with us, he ain't never caught one Walked away from the streets but it caught up 'cause I ain't run .40 with a 30, when I shoot, it sound like "dump-dump" With a switch it sound like "flrrt", this bitch [?] machine-gun Shit to get you clipped, my lil' bro 'nem been in marine corps Mug shot, have a nigga wishin' that he breathe more We wasn't playin' team ball, I coached the Rocket Test a nigga loyalty, I let him hold a block He flip and come back, we forever locked in People come, don't question if I'ma tell or not Tackle a muslim, still look at my face to see that devil walk (Yeah)