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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
YG
Vocals
Larissa "Rissa" Lilley
Larissa "Rissa" Lilley
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Samuel Ahana
Samuel Ahana
Songwriter
Enoch Harris
Enoch Harris
Songwriter
Vincent Goodyer
Vincent Goodyer
Songwriter
Michael Denne
Michael Denne
Songwriter
Kenneth Gold
Kenneth Gold
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Rich
Lil Rich
Producer
18YOMAN
18YOMAN
Producer
Reecebeats
Reecebeats
Co-Producer
Patrik Ehrenblad-Plummer
Patrik Ehrenblad-Plummer
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Swish
DJ Swish
Producer

Lyrics

(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) 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 nigga 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, shit, 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' like 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 (And now I feel the breeze in my hair) I got too many dead homies Too many locked up in the fed homies Too many pill head, meth homies Pull the trigger before they fight like a man homies, damn Goddamn, homie, family horrified 'cause I glorify the streets Million dollar nigga, why I'm orchestratin' a beef? Niggas turn to rats, phone tapped, it's deep Lifestyle chaotic, I ain't never knowin' peace I'm tryna figure out at what point this shit is old? I'm tryna tell myself, I made this far, a nigga 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 fuckin' up my household I gotta put my baby momma 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 myself) (Got no reasons to care 'cause I'm without you) Gotta leave the streets alone, tryna leave the streets alone
Writer(s): Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Michael Lawrence Denne, Ken Gold, Samuel Ahana, Vincent Goodyer, Enoch Rich Iii Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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