Leave Us

See this shit for the motherfuckin' streets, nigga Only the real can relate Only the struggle can relate If you ain't been in them trenches You wouldn't understand Keed, talk to 'em (Grimlin) Yeah, I had plans, yeah, I had plans I don't play no games with 'em, yeah, I get bands Yeah, I can pop a Percocet, nah, I'm not on land All I do is triple cross, hope it ain't your mans How y'all niggas gon' leave us? How y'all niggas gon' leave us? How the fuck nigga ain't known or nothin'? He can't even compete with us How y'all niggas gon' leave us? How y'all niggas gon' leave us? How the fuck nigga ain't known or nothin'? He can't even compete with us These niggas not ready Passed up like some lettuce He ever think about playin' with us We shootin' shit just like Belly How your big homie ain't stitched on you? Poppa real big, put that stick on me Glock .40, know I hold the dick on me Fuck the critics, you know I get rich homie They a real nigga, but they dick ridin' Switchin' both sides, yeah Ridin' 'round with a big five, yeah Mask up, make 'em get down, yeah Handle everything when it come my way Go for nothing, don't smile in my face Cross up, hope we don't get no chase But we gon' get away Yeah, I had plans, yeah, I had plans I don't play no games with 'em, yeah, I get bands Yeah, I can pop a Percocet, nah, I'm not on land All I do is triple cross, hope it ain't your mans How y'all niggas gon' leave us? How y'all niggas gon' leave us? How the fuck nigga ain't known or nothin'? He can't even compete with us How y'all niggas gon' leave us? How y'all niggas gon' leave us? How the fuck nigga ain't known or nothin'? He can't even compete with us Most these niggas burnt out Real shooters, so you know they in route You know what we on, you know what we 'bout Dirty K, dirty pistols Solvin' problems, all issues We wipin' his nose, no need for no tissue I'm from the trenches but I'm in L.A., just like the Clippers I'm watchin' my back, I know they ain't with me Nah, these niggas ain't with me All these niggas tryna be me Pull up on the block and I'm creepin' Know we can be a real demon, know we can be a real demon I don't fuck with that ho, she too needy I'm in and out, then I pull out the genie They hands out but they didn't even wanna feed me Nah, I don't need her Nah, I don't need her Yeah, I had plans, yeah, I had plans I don't play no games with 'em, yeah, I get bands Yeah, I can pop a Percocet, nah, I'm not on land All I do is triple cross, hope it ain't your mans How y'all niggas gon' leave us? How y'all niggas gon' leave us? How the fuck nigga ain't known or nothin'? He can't even compete with us How y'all niggas gon' leave us? How y'all niggas gon' leave us? How the fuck nigga ain't known or nothin'? He can't even compete with us --- Leave Us - Lil Keed