Alone Lyrics

Alone - YG

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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

Somebody pray for me (and now I feel the breeze in my hair)

'Cause the streets play for keeps

In love with this life but it's hating me (the wind in my sail)

Blicky tucked, can't no nigga play with me

You woulda thought the money would be changing me (got no reason to care)

Stuck in between keep thuggin' and let it go

If I let it go, shit, that's probably how I'mma go ('cause I'm without you)

If I keep thuggin' that's more time with the bros

But thug for too long, 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 four hunnids for sure got me (got no reason to care)

Thuggin' with a heart, I be slidin' to Drake

Livin' life lookin' over my shoulder gotta hide my face ('cause I'm without you)

How many more contributions I gotta make

How many more bullet wounds I gotta take

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

I got too many dead homies (and now I feel the breeze in my hair)

Too many locked up in the fed homies

Too many pill head med homies (the wind in my sail)

Pull the trigger before they fight like a man homies

Damn, God damn, homie (got no reason to care)

Family horrified cause I glorify the streets

Million dollar nigga, why I'm orchestratin' the beef? ('cause I'm without you)

Niggas turnin' rats, phone tapped, this deep

Lifestyle chaotic, I ain't never known peace

I'm tryna figure out at what point this shit is old

I'm tryna tell myself I made it this far, a nigga gold

The opps can't take my life, they want to see it fold

I'm tryna see my kids live they whole life, see 'em old

Don't let my past life affect future goals

The street life be fucking up my household ('cause I'm without you)

I gotta put my baby mom before my bros

Plan Bs 'cause I'm nutting in all my hoes

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 reason to care)

('Cause I'm without you)

Gotta leave the streets alone

Tryna leave the streets alone