Leaving the Game Songtext
von Tiny Boost

Me and Bob′s out here again, you know
Keep that for sure
Yeah, uh

Pledge allegiance to the cause
I'm the type to take less and always give ′em more
Why you sell it to me cooked if you was really gettin' raw?
Like damn, I thought you was my dawg
Time to buy a gun, I called you to go halves
Got her on the Snap, sent a message, made her laugh
Now we uptown lookin' for a place to park
Long story short, I got to spread her legs apart

I ain′t even gon′ front, I was tryna get up in her heart
She ain't even know that she had me from the start
Would you drive when it′s time to wear a mask
And do a quick mazza in a getaway car?
Build somethin' that can last even when I′m on my last
I don't know, let me know, is that too much to ask?
Everybody got a story, but there′s always two parts
It get bloody, it get gory, now it's gettin' too dark


Gettin′ money like Mitch when he copped that new Saab
Look, hundred-M dreams in my windscreen
Still blowin′ trees, you know my PA never been clean
That label say D&G on these slim jeans
Coulda did Amiri like them, but I did me
Uh, I'm from the belly of a sick beast
Tell the head of the table we need to switch seats
Ayy, I get in my zone like I′m Swizz Beatz

I gotta get rich or remain heavy
Level to this shit, I gotta stay steady
Came up off the corner, you already know
Standin' on my business, usin′ every toe, whoa
Ninety-nine problems, never buy a bitch, whoa
Ninety-nine problems, time to sell a brick
Ten days, new whip, that's that Money Mitch
But if I leave the game, I wonder if they′ll love me

Ah, yo, and I don't know if it's real love
They gas you up to make you crash, then they call you dumb
Take somethin′ from me, I′ma need it back, all in blood
They wanted beef and they forgot what their order was
'Cah when we brought it to them cowards, they try call it off
Full-time jobs just to walk to the corner shop
Niggas love to talk a lot, most of ′em die 'cah
More time, they weren′t that guy who they thought they was


Uh, if you could ask 'em, they would tell it
I was on remand talkin′ charges with my celly
Check the news, see my dead dawgie on the telly
I was in there for a week like, "How the hell you go already?"
Life full of dilemmas, had me feelin' like I'm Nelly
When I′m slidin′ with the semi, I be on it like I'm Fetty
One eye open, but I′m scorin' like I′m Messi
Overseas trip, they cut my lawn with a machete

If I gotta get rich or remain heavy
Level to this shit, I gotta stay steady
Came up off the corner, you already know
Standin' on my business, usin′ every toe, woah
Ninety-nine problems, never buy a bitch, woah
Ninety-nine problems, time to sell a brick
Ten days, new whip, that's that Money Mitch
But if I leave the game, I wonder if they'll love me