Alone (Explicit) - YG

Lyrics by：Keenon Jackson/Samuel Ahana/Enoch Harris/Vincent Goodyer/Michael Denne/Ken Gold

Composed by：Keenon Jackson/Samuel Ahana/Enoch Harris/Vincent Goodyer/Michael Denne/Ken Gold

Made up my mind I'm leaving this time

Without you

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

Somebody pray for me

'Cause the streets play for keeps

In love with this life but it's hatin' me

Blicky tucked can't no n***a play with me

You would've thought

The money would be changin' me

Stuck in between keep thuggin' and let it go

If I let it go s**t

That's probably how I'ma go

If I keep thuggin'

That's more time with the bros

But thug for too long

And 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 4hunnids for sure got me

Thuggin' with a heart

I be slidin' to Drake

Livin' life lookin' over my shoulder

Gotta hide my face

How many more contributions I gotta make

How many more bullet wounds I gotta take

Made up my mind I'm leaving this time

Without you

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

Too many locked up in the fed homies

Too many pill head med homies

Pull the trigger before

They fight like a man homies d**n

Goddamn homie family horrified

'Cause I glorify the streets

Million dollar n***a

Why I'm orchestratin' a beef

N***as turn to rats phone tapped it's deep

Lifestyle chaotic

I ain't never knowin' peace

I'm tryna figure out at

Which point this s**t is old

I'm tryna tell myself

I made this far a n***a gold

The opps can't take my life

They wanna see it fold

I'm tryna see my kids live

Their whole life see 'em old

Don't let my past life affect future goals

The street life be f**kin' up my household

I gotta put my babymom before my bros

Plan B's 'cause I'm nuttin' in all my hoes

Made up my mind I'm leaving this time

Without you

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 reasons to care

'Cause I'm without you

Gotta leave the streets alone

Tryna leave the streets alone