Never Leave - Little Brother

Little Brother, Mick Boogie on the mixtape

Aiyyo Mick check it out man, it’s a lotta niggas

That think Little Brother can’t do no street joint, youknowwhatI’msayin?

So now I-I gotta get on this track

I gotta «Justify My Thug» a little bit, youknowwhatI’msayin?

I gotta — I gotta go back and moisturize my situation, youknowwhatI’msayin?

Let these boys know I can do it anyway they want, youknowhatI’msayin?

It’s Phontigga, it’s for the streets!

C’mon, this is for my niggas on the corner

Them boys on the block, steady movin that work

All through your community, you need a fundraiser?

Them boys’ll come through and even slang at the church

In the kitchen all day long over the stove, yep

Servin them fiends, steady cookin them O’s

'Til the smell get all on they clothes;

keep niggas heavy

In the streets, and they fuck the fattest of hoes

See the fiends line up tryna get that fix

Anytime, day or night, they’ll scratch that itch

Have you runnin to ya mans like, «This that shit!»

Yeah, they paper stay long and they money is thick

I know a lotta niggas gon' have to run this back like

«Damn Tay, when the fuck you start promotin crack?»

It ain’t as bad as it might seem;

I’m just shoutin out

My niggas down at Krispy Kreme, now holla back, what?

OH!

Krispy Kreme will never leave the streets, nigga!

Dunkin' Donuts — FUCK 'EM!

Little Debbie — FUCK 'EM!

Glazed donuts, chocolate donuts, apple fritters

Whatever you need, it’s NOTHIN!

You get that Krispy Kreme, all the dough boys go CRAAAZY, OH!

Big Pooh, c’mon!

Yeah, I make moves, make money

Made a lotta other people smile when shit wah’nt funny

Always lookin out thinkin, «What they want from me?»

I seen better times, everyday it ain’t sunny

When the birds ain’t chirpin, niggas at home

Feelin sorry for themselves when they should be out workin

Witness no hustle, seen no drive

He feel hopeless, niggas strivin and you wonder why you struggle

In the past years, operated with a muzzle

Saw moods change but thangs begin to bubble

hugs from women who now luh' you

Sat back, watched all the pieces to the puzzle

Put it all together, tryna make sense

But until they see dollars, it ain’t gettin no better

Niggas get ahead of themselves

But Pooh been on the grind tryna rhyme yo sense and yo?

swerve?, you gotta KNOW!

Oh my GAWD!

I’m on my muh’fuckin grizzy right now!

I know you muh’fuckers can’t get enough of me, man

It know it’s some niggas out there, they can’t sleep at night

They up, they nervous, they wonderin if I’m in the lab

You fuckin RIGHT I’m in the lab, nigga!

Ha!

We got another one!