Be Leaving Me
Soulja Livin' Tru, nigga
Everybody else chasing them street dreams
Non stop
Mama praying that I leave the streets, yeah
We on papers, we still keep the heat, yeah
Plenty niggas ain't believe in me, yeah
I ain't trippin' bout who leaving me, yeah
Mama praying that I leave the streets, yeah
We on papers, we still keep the heat, yeah
Plenty niggas ain't believe in me, yeah
I ain't trippin' bout who leaving me, yeah
I'ma tell you off the top, keep some shit at the spot
Shit get hot, fuck around and get dropped
House arrest on my block, I don't talk to no cops
Dawg keep the Glock, and it's one up top
Nigga must've forgot, I'm something you not
From the 4 to the 3, know some niggas who dwat
From the one to the two, where we running our shop
I'm a Soulja Livin' True, nigga gimme my props
Grew up in the streets, I ain't had no pops
But I knew how they eating, dreads kept some pots
All I needed was a plate, just to get to the top
Fuck that bitch non-stop, shit, they thought it was flock
Mama praying that I leave the streets, yeah
We on papers, we still keep the heat, yeah
Plenty niggas ain't believe in me, yeah
I ain't trippin' bout who leaving me, yeah
Mama praying that I leave the streets, yeah
We on papers, we still keep the heat, yeah
Plenty niggas ain't believe in me, yeah
I ain't trippin' bout who leaving me, yeah
Okay, and mama praying, and granny saying that she see me laying
Stop playing, they come and get me, I'ma get to spraying
Niggas playing, they claim they real, but they get the saying
Understand, that biggest haters turn the biggest fans
All these niggas ain't believe in me, yeah
I'm cold-hearted, but I keep the heat, yeah
Youngin' standing in the paint just like I'm Cousins
Don't be acting like you day one when you wasn't
Ramen noodles, we know nothing bout no steak
Niggas solid, had to cut up a couple snakes
Really starving, don't be showing us no plate
Really thuggin', we just tryna make a way, yeah
Mama praying that I leave the streets, yeah
We on papers, we still keep the heat, yeah
Plenty niggas ain't believe in me, yeah
I ain't trippin' bout who leaving me, yeah
Mama praying that I leave the streets, yeah
We on papers, we still keep the heat, yeah
Plenty niggas ain't believe in me, yeah
I ain't trippin' bout who leaving me, yeah
Yeah like I was saying, man
Bout them dreams, just keep going
You gone get there
Everybody else chasing them street dreams
Non stop
Mama praying that I leave the streets, yeah
We on papers, we still keep the heat, yeah
Plenty niggas ain't believe in me, yeah
I ain't trippin' bout who leaving me, yeah
Mama praying that I leave the streets, yeah
We on papers, we still keep the heat, yeah
Plenty niggas ain't believe in me, yeah
I ain't trippin' bout who leaving me, yeah
I'ma tell you off the top, keep some shit at the spot
Shit get hot, fuck around and get dropped
House arrest on my block, I don't talk to no cops
Dawg keep the Glock, and it's one up top
Nigga must've forgot, I'm something you not
From the 4 to the 3, know some niggas who dwat
From the one to the two, where we running our shop
I'm a Soulja Livin' True, nigga gimme my props
Grew up in the streets, I ain't had no pops
But I knew how they eating, dreads kept some pots
All I needed was a plate, just to get to the top
Fuck that bitch non-stop, shit, they thought it was flock
Mama praying that I leave the streets, yeah
We on papers, we still keep the heat, yeah
Plenty niggas ain't believe in me, yeah
I ain't trippin' bout who leaving me, yeah
Mama praying that I leave the streets, yeah
We on papers, we still keep the heat, yeah
Plenty niggas ain't believe in me, yeah
I ain't trippin' bout who leaving me, yeah
Okay, and mama praying, and granny saying that she see me laying
Stop playing, they come and get me, I'ma get to spraying
Niggas playing, they claim they real, but they get the saying
Understand, that biggest haters turn the biggest fans
All these niggas ain't believe in me, yeah
I'm cold-hearted, but I keep the heat, yeah
Youngin' standing in the paint just like I'm Cousins
Don't be acting like you day one when you wasn't
Ramen noodles, we know nothing bout no steak
Niggas solid, had to cut up a couple snakes
Really starving, don't be showing us no plate
Really thuggin', we just tryna make a way, yeah
Mama praying that I leave the streets, yeah
We on papers, we still keep the heat, yeah
Plenty niggas ain't believe in me, yeah
I ain't trippin' bout who leaving me, yeah
Mama praying that I leave the streets, yeah
We on papers, we still keep the heat, yeah
Plenty niggas ain't believe in me, yeah
I ain't trippin' bout who leaving me, yeah
Yeah like I was saying, man
Bout them dreams, just keep going
You gone get there
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