Ain’t Wanna Leave

[Intro: Toure]
I don't know what you sayin' but I can't go back to average
I don't know what you sayin' but I can't go back to average
([?] on the beat)

[Verse 1: Toure]
I stood ten toes
From where we do them walk ups, no windows
I ain't swipe no Visa, it's a bankroll
I'm from where they catch a victim and then change clothes
That's how they claim souls
I seen niggas lose they members, that's how the game goes
Then tell it all, guess we don't stick to the same codes
You signed up for this shit, you know you can't fold
Took risks to look like this, to get my wrist and get my chain froze

[Verse 2: Toure]
You move too loosely with them bitchеs, it's too easy to get you backdoored
Fеll in love with this money, point a finger, I'll get you backdoor
I thought money was all I needed, mama, I sad it made me a asshole
But, mom, I used to cut my jeans to make 'em shorts 'cause we ain't have clothes
And that shit made me active, way before this rap shit
Used to move my whole bundle before my curfew when I was trappin'
I can't go commercial, I wouldn't see niggas in caskets
Shit, I still know how it work and show you how to make this shit you wrap it
And I can't go back to average
How the fuck she end up stripping, She said she came here to do lashes
Got lost in Atlanta, that money bustin' out the plastic
Lost in Miami, that money bustin' out the plastic
Got lost out in Houston, it's bustin' out the plastic
I don't know what you seen but I can't go back to average
We turn niggas to the unseen, disapear like we do magic
Ride around with this .50 and this G-Lock, I can't stash it
'Bout to turn this sunny summer day into some sad shit
Youngin' turn a sunny summer day into some sad shit
He had all A's and caught a B, he did some bad shit
They say he a bad kid
Fightin' demons but it's Friday, shit, the Masjid
Seen raids and homicides, Corona came, that's what the mask did
It's a bunch of dark clouds, he traumatized from what the past did
Actin' off emotion, he just spinnin' on some mad shit
Middle of Ramadan, I seen a mama cryin, she lost her last kid
He tryna prove that he got heart, turnin' niggas to weed
In the fall, seen niggas fall, I done seen niggas leave
On that corner early mornin', shit, I ain't wanna leave
Made my first dime off this trap shit, I ain't wanna leave
Made fifty off this rap shit and I ain't wanna leave
She made some money in that strip club and she ain't wanna leave
That's how she touch her first dub and she ain't wanna leave
I told her, "We gon' ball forever but we ain't in a league"

[Verse 3: EST Gee]
Yeah, Hellcat, karma can't even catch to me in the long run
I don't need protection from no nigga, I got my own gun
I fuck three hoes in one day on percs and made 'em all cum
Bought a water, the next, she suck me soul, [?] made her jaws numb
Bitch blowin' up my line tryna spend time, I hung the phone up
Takin' shit, it spankin' shit the way that we was brought up
You won't see him ballin' with us, he ain't never caught one
Walked away from the streets but it caught up 'cause I ain't run
.40 with a 30, when I shoot, it sound like "dump-dump"
With a switch it sound like "flrrt", this bitch [?] machine-gun
Shit to get you clipped, my lil' bro 'nem been in marine corps
Mug shot, have a nigga wishin' that he breathe more
We wasn't playin' team ball, I coached the Rocket
Test a nigga loyalty, I let him hold a block
He flip and come back, we forever locked in
People come, don't question if I'ma tell or not
Tackle a muslim, still look at my face to see that devil walk (Yeah)