Leave It

Gotta keep these ten toes on the ground

Ain't lose one step, ain't seen one threat, I been looked around

And I ain't too proud but I'm proud of the hands that I handle my business with

I'll send this bitch to the pound

I'm spending like six months north side, six in the south

Baby I get around

No crown, no throne, no thorns, nowhere to go but down

No fair, no more, no form of war or love, no boredom

Could've swore I saw the sound

And you can't hold me down

No you can't, baby even I can't control me now