Poj Would Ya Leave? lyrics

1ST VERSE
Now remember u was taking it for granted, I was doing dirt bad pen and pad kept me standing, transporting with the yay middlemanin' it was paying the bills so I survived on this wickid planet, you still managed to nag and complain, yell and exclaim so I bailed out ya way, you came home didn't see my kicks by the couch, all my shit out the closet then u hit the ground, sending text asking me, is it over ? I didn't respond because I know you on that rollercoaster, now u want me to come and play Hova while you be Beyounce chick read what the signs say...no tricking allowed, I can pay like I weigh cuz I'm well endowed, and yeah my future looks bright limits up in the clouds and you resemble a hater, holding back the dream chaser.

HOOK
If the cheese wasn't gwapin, if I fell off and sprees wasn't shopping, hit to rock bottom and things wasn't poppin , beat wasn't knockin, would ya leave me alone or would ya meet me at home"

2ND VERSE
Its funny how the whole thing got to this, I'm doin me, that's the only thing I'm promising, blowing weed wit my niggaz we conglomerates, you steady acting like u ain't got common sense, commonology learned that from bedi-eye, you tryna hold me down cuz you don't wanna see me fly, nah...it ain't a jeep you remind me of, clock struck 12 so that means that ya time is up, so isolation is medication on maturation I told you the tree helps for meditation, you didn't leave, I left, shook the situation, cuz your dilemmas had no desires for reservations my destination is infinite you remember it, and hope the bond that we had that it resurrects , I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for me but in retrospect, just let me ask one question...


HOOK

3RD VERSE
I put a end to them shenanigans , try to play it cool so you know what the understanding is, and them tears won't bring no get back, so when I'm in the mix far away from the rif raf or pushing a Benz while u wish u was with that, feeling like a idiot just like u was pimp slapped, as backwards or mismatched, I sip yac , and brainstorm with my clique on how to get cash, so find you another more productive coward at the heart proclaiming all the thug shit, off the wrong substance, goin upside ya head, calling u a punk bitch, don't know how to bust kicks down in the crunches to bring the stomach lunches, damn its been awhile since an arguments erupted, since u ain't around u regret everything you did, now I knock a broad man the first thing I ask is...

HOOK