YG - Alone lyrics
[YG - Alone lyrics]
Made up my mind, I'm leaving this time
Without you gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
All of those times, I'll leave them behind
Without you gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
And now I feel the breeze in my hair
Somebody pray for me
'Cause the streets play for keeps
In love with this life but it's hatin' me
Blicky tucked, can't no nigga play with me
You would've thought the money
Would be changin' me
Stuck in between keep thuggin' and let it go
If I let it go, shit
That's probably how I'ma go
If I keep thuggin'
That's more time with the bros
But thug for too long and
That's jail time and funerals
You know the streets love nobody
But, I can't stay in the house
I'm not no homebody and when the beef is on
Who gon' go about me?
I know my 4Hunnids for sure got me
Thuggin' with a heart, I be slidin' to Drake
Livin' life, lookin' over my shoulder
Gotta hide my face
How many more contributions I gotta make?
How many more bullet wounds I gotta take?
Made up my mind, I'm leaving this time
Without you gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
All of those times, I'll leave them behind
Without you gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
And now I feel the breeze in my hair
I got too many dead homies
Too many locked up in the fed homies
Too many pill head, med homies
Pull the trigger before they fight
Like a man homies, damn
Goddamn, homie
Family horrified 'cause I glorify the streets
Million dollar nigga
Why I'm orchestratin' a beef?
Niggas turn to rats, phone tapped, it's deep
Lifestyle chaotic
I ain't never knowin' peace
I'm tryna figure out at which
Point this shit is old?
I'm tryna tell myself, I made this far
A nigga gold the opps can't take my life
They wanna see it fold
I'm tryna see my kids live their whole life
See 'em old
Don't let my past life affect future goals
The street life be fuckin' up my household
I gotta put my babymom before my bros
Plan B's 'cause I'm nuttin' in all my hoes
Made up my mind, I'm leaving this time
Without you gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
All of those times, I'll leave them behind
Without you gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
And now I feel the breeze in my hair
The wind in my sail got no reasons to care
'Cause, I'm without you
Gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
Without you gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
All of those times, I'll leave them behind
Without you gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
And now I feel the breeze in my hair
Somebody pray for me
'Cause the streets play for keeps
In love with this life but it's hatin' me
Blicky tucked, can't no nigga play with me
You would've thought the money
Would be changin' me
Stuck in between keep thuggin' and let it go
If I let it go, shit
That's probably how I'ma go
If I keep thuggin'
That's more time with the bros
But thug for too long and
That's jail time and funerals
You know the streets love nobody
But, I can't stay in the house
I'm not no homebody and when the beef is on
Who gon' go about me?
I know my 4Hunnids for sure got me
Thuggin' with a heart, I be slidin' to Drake
Livin' life, lookin' over my shoulder
Gotta hide my face
How many more contributions I gotta make?
How many more bullet wounds I gotta take?
Made up my mind, I'm leaving this time
Without you gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
All of those times, I'll leave them behind
Without you gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
And now I feel the breeze in my hair
I got too many dead homies
Too many locked up in the fed homies
Too many pill head, med homies
Pull the trigger before they fight
Like a man homies, damn
Goddamn, homie
Family horrified 'cause I glorify the streets
Million dollar nigga
Why I'm orchestratin' a beef?
Niggas turn to rats, phone tapped, it's deep
Lifestyle chaotic
I ain't never knowin' peace
I'm tryna figure out at which
Point this shit is old?
I'm tryna tell myself, I made this far
A nigga gold the opps can't take my life
They wanna see it fold
I'm tryna see my kids live their whole life
See 'em old
Don't let my past life affect future goals
The street life be fuckin' up my household
I gotta put my babymom before my bros
Plan B's 'cause I'm nuttin' in all my hoes
Made up my mind, I'm leaving this time
Without you gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
All of those times, I'll leave them behind
Without you gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
And now I feel the breeze in my hair
The wind in my sail got no reasons to care
'Cause, I'm without you
Gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone