Leaving the game Styles P

[Intro}
Yeah! Yeah we out of the game baby!
Tired of this shit!
Too many niggers ratting, no rules, no principles, no morals
What has these streets come to?

[Hook]
It's all good, it's alright (I'ma play it like the old timers do)
I'm leaving you tonight (I'ma slide on you niggers n go)
It's all good, it's alright (Get on my carriage or somethin')
I'm leaving you tonight (Cowards, not gon' rat on me)

[Verse 1]
I'm leaving the game, tonight I'm out
You can have my Glocks, my blocks, my chains
You can have everything except my name
And a couple pounds of smoke to keep me sane
I'm tired of this hustling, D-low and shuffling
Everybody suffering, think I need a buffering
Gunning with the Glocks, running niggers' blocks
But I got my own kids, all the sonning shit can stop
I don't think I'm all that, but I been doing dirt since I was 12 years old
I think it's time to fall back
Just trying to be a family man, chilling in the family van
Headed to the movie theatre, PG flick
Every time I open my safe I see these bricks
Every time I open my coat I see this clips
Start feeling stressed out so the weed get lit
And I'm thinking to myself that I don't need this shit
What!