I Just Can't Leave It Alone
Yeah
God flow in the front row with a mantle
Picasso paint the whole picture for the castle
Cheat code I'm the gate keeper like I'm Ebro
C4 with a bad bad and she deep throat
Low blow hook cross jab that's a combo
Speed though I Show speed to 'em like Alphonso
Loco label up the juice like Luciano
Local bumping that soukous like I'm from Congo
Aye they hoping I trip and I fall
They don't know that God is involved
I'm in the gym on my own
Shots like Sylvester Stallone
Been on a grind for too long
Feeling like I might be doomed
Aye I just can't leave it alone
Aye I just can't leave it alone
All this greatness laying inside of me won't just let me be
Fake stress trying to stop a G I just count to three
Hate texts from fake comradery trying to impose on me
I'm next automatically your hate don't bother me
I'm blessed in every context that's a fun flex
Blood test cuz Imma alien that's what's gon' come next
Complex scripts that dropped bombs like I'm Funk flex
Long checks live up in my head like a psalm text
Aye they hoping I trip and I fall
They don't know that God is involved
I'm in the gym on my own
Shots like Sylvester Stallone
Been on a grind for too long
Feeling like I might be doomed
Aye I just can't leave it alone
Aye I just can't leave it alone
God flow in the front row with a mantle
Picasso paint the whole picture for the castle
Cheat code I'm the gate keeper like I'm Ebro
C4 with a bad bad and she deep throat
Low blow hook cross jab that's a combo
Speed though I Show speed to 'em like Alphonso
Loco label up the juice like Luciano
Local bumping that soukous like I'm from Congo
Aye they hoping I trip and I fall
They don't know that God is involved
I'm in the gym on my own
Shots like Sylvester Stallone
Been on a grind for too long
Feeling like I might be doomed
Aye I just can't leave it alone
Aye I just can't leave it alone
All this greatness laying inside of me won't just let me be
Fake stress trying to stop a G I just count to three
Hate texts from fake comradery trying to impose on me
I'm next automatically your hate don't bother me
I'm blessed in every context that's a fun flex
Blood test cuz Imma alien that's what's gon' come next
Complex scripts that dropped bombs like I'm Funk flex
Long checks live up in my head like a psalm text
Aye they hoping I trip and I fall
They don't know that God is involved
I'm in the gym on my own
Shots like Sylvester Stallone
Been on a grind for too long
Feeling like I might be doomed
Aye I just can't leave it alone
Aye I just can't leave it alone
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Writer(s): Derick Edube
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