leaving the game

yeah! yeah we out of the game baby!

tired of this shit!

too many niggas ratting

no rules

no principles

no morals

what has these streets come to?

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 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 niggas' 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 think niggas' 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

cause 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