Nigga I ain't running
But nigga I'm gone
Been feeling real couped up gotta leave home
Won't forget about the niggas
Who kept me in my zone
But I gotta chase a bag cause my momma getting old
So I gotta leave home yea
So I gotta leave home yea
But it won't be for long
Light it up
Give her the herbs give her the bird
We can gonn head and spice it up
Quit with the words she want the verbs
Let me pipe it up
Want me to taste on them yams but it ain't ripe enough
See how how get down
I never sit down
Hop on the road with the clique
Shit we never click out
I'm on 10 now uh
So you know what this bout
And see I disowned ya bitch
But she never dismount
Uh yea
I'm on another level
And see it levels to this shit I'm just getting better
Ain't nothing icy on me yet
But I'm cold as ever-est
They listening like who that nigga is
Dini cause a nigga coming with the tricks
Drumming with the sticks
Coming up
Run me up a check
Run me my respect
From that side that's half of 6 uh
Only real niggas know where that is
Nigga I ain't running
But nigga I'm gone
Been feeling real couped up gotta leave home
Won't forget about the niggas
Who kept me in my zone
But I gotta chase a bag cause my momma getting old
So I gotta leave home yea
So I gotta leave home yea
But it won't be for long
Drift off when I'm pissed off
Hit up FoneHome
For that gas then we lift off
Rolling big logs
And we log off of the bullshit
Spitting God shit you can catch me on the pulpit
And I'm still rocking with my niggas on some hood shit
And I'm still topping all the niggas on my hood list
But I ain't worryin bout it
Cause a nigga steady spitting
Gotta put on for my city
Gotta show em how we living
Gotta get it
Gotta wake up
Stir the mix get this cake up
Top chef I'm a baker
Real nigga keep it skrait up
I'm a 3 side native
But I gotta leave for this paper
Cannot make it here so now I'm gone
Got to make a name all on my own
Shouts out to all my niggas in my zone but
I just gotta leave home aye
Nigga I ain't running
But nigga I'm gone
Been feeling real couped up gotta leave home
Won't forget about the niggas
Who kept me in my zone
But I gotta chase a bag cause my momma getting old
So I gotta leave home yea
So I gotta leave home yea
But it won't be for long
Mochii - Leave Home Lyrics
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Nigga I ain't running
But nigga I'm gone
Been feeling real couped up gotta leave home
Won't forget about the niggas
Who kept me in my zone
But I gotta chase a bag cause my momma getting old
So I gotta leave home yea
So I gotta leave home yea
But it won't be for long
Light it up
Give her the herbs give her the bird
We can gonn head and spice it up
Quit with the words she want the verbs
Let me pipe it up
Want me to taste on them yams but it ain't ripe enough
See how how get down
I never sit down
Hop on the road with the clique
Shit we never click out
I'm on 10 now uh
So you know what this bout
And see I disowned ya bitch
But she never dismount
Uh yea
I'm on another level
And see it levels to this shit I'm just getting better
Ain't nothing icy on me yet
But I'm cold as ever-est
They listening like who that nigga is
Dini cause a nigga coming with the tricks
Drumming with the sticks
Coming up
Run me up a check
Run me my respect
From that side that's half of 6 uh
Only real niggas know where that is
Nigga I ain't running
But nigga I'm gone
Been feeling real couped up gotta leave home
Won't forget about the niggas
Who kept me in my zone
But I gotta chase a bag cause my momma getting old
So I gotta leave home yea
So I gotta leave home yea
But it won't be for long
Drift off when I'm pissed off
Hit up FoneHome
For that gas then we lift off
Rolling big logs
And we log off of the bullshit
Spitting God shit you can catch me on the pulpit
And I'm still rocking with my niggas on some hood shit
And I'm still topping all the niggas on my hood list
But I ain't worryin bout it
Cause a nigga steady spitting
Gotta put on for my city
Gotta show em how we living
Gotta get it
Gotta wake up
Stir the mix get this cake up
Top chef I'm a baker
Real nigga keep it skrait up
I'm a 3 side native
But I gotta leave for this paper
Cannot make it here so now I'm gone
Got to make a name all on my own
Shouts out to all my niggas in my zone but
I just gotta leave home aye
Nigga I ain't running
But nigga I'm gone
Been feeling real couped up gotta leave home
Won't forget about the niggas
Who kept me in my zone
But I gotta chase a bag cause my momma getting old
So I gotta leave home yea
So I gotta leave home yea
But it won't be for long
But nigga I'm gone
Been feeling real couped up gotta leave home
Won't forget about the niggas
Who kept me in my zone
But I gotta chase a bag cause my momma getting old
So I gotta leave home yea
So I gotta leave home yea
But it won't be for long
Light it up
Give her the herbs give her the bird
We can gonn head and spice it up
Quit with the words she want the verbs
Let me pipe it up
Want me to taste on them yams but it ain't ripe enough
See how how get down
I never sit down
Hop on the road with the clique
Shit we never click out
I'm on 10 now uh
So you know what this bout
And see I disowned ya bitch
But she never dismount
Uh yea
I'm on another level
And see it levels to this shit I'm just getting better
Ain't nothing icy on me yet
But I'm cold as ever-est
They listening like who that nigga is
Dini cause a nigga coming with the tricks
Drumming with the sticks
Coming up
Run me up a check
Run me my respect
From that side that's half of 6 uh
Only real niggas know where that is
Nigga I ain't running
But nigga I'm gone
Been feeling real couped up gotta leave home
Won't forget about the niggas
Who kept me in my zone
But I gotta chase a bag cause my momma getting old
So I gotta leave home yea
So I gotta leave home yea
But it won't be for long
Drift off when I'm pissed off
Hit up FoneHome
For that gas then we lift off
Rolling big logs
And we log off of the bullshit
Spitting God shit you can catch me on the pulpit
And I'm still rocking with my niggas on some hood shit
And I'm still topping all the niggas on my hood list
But I ain't worryin bout it
Cause a nigga steady spitting
Gotta put on for my city
Gotta show em how we living
Gotta get it
Gotta wake up
Stir the mix get this cake up
Top chef I'm a baker
Real nigga keep it skrait up
I'm a 3 side native
But I gotta leave for this paper
Cannot make it here so now I'm gone
Got to make a name all on my own
Shouts out to all my niggas in my zone but
I just gotta leave home aye
Nigga I ain't running
But nigga I'm gone
Been feeling real couped up gotta leave home
Won't forget about the niggas
Who kept me in my zone
But I gotta chase a bag cause my momma getting old
So I gotta leave home yea
So I gotta leave home yea
But it won't be for long
Writer: Kwame Hawkins
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