Close Up
Seiko
We all hands on a watch
I will go across your face in a notch
I will blow up on yo bae off the scotch
The power's in my crotch, bitch, gotta watch
Simba and Nala
Try to keep it simple for a novice
And still find a way to keep a collar popped
Hey!
My bullshit made you
Keep those faults displayed
How can I fix what I can't see?
Or evade?
Now I'm running dolo on the campaign
It's about time that you chose up
Show somethin', or stop actin' froze up
Bitch, it's about time that you chose up
Throw something, or act like you know
Where's the closeup?
I'm ready for my close up...
Ready for my close up
Close up, Close up
Ready for my close up...
I'm ready...
I converse and curve you at the same speed
I will burn you first before you burn me
A couple mantras
Coupled with the deposit
Fostered the feeling that I'm awesome is all
This is America
Land of the fake free labor
And trappin' off the pre-paid
Hate is the neighbor
Hey, I'm the face on The Fader
Telling me your credits 'fore you make them
Put it in the universe
Crash like Ludacris
Act like you the best thing since the mirror
Pray to my vanity
Everybody mad at me
I know my worth, yeah and it couldn't be any clearer
It's about time that you chose up
Show somethin', or stop actin' froze up
Bitch, it's about time that you chose up
Throw something, or act like you know
Where's the closeup?
I'm ready for my close up...
Ready for my close up
Close up, Close up
Ready for my close up...
I'm ready...
I am not willing to act
I am not willing to ask
Money it goes in a bag
You should be giving me that
I do not settle for less
You should be giving me more
You should be letting me score
You should be giving me yours
Why you so offa the fame?
Shaking my head
Niggas be knowin' my name
Why they pretend?
Steadily killing the game
Losing my friends
Everyone tryin' to win
But we got next
I'm telling ya'll
I'm telling ya'll, the future got a vagina
Play filthy, stay silky
Everything designer
Get up off my hymen
Niggas really ain't rhyming
'Sayers don't want the energy
They talking 'bout diamonds
C'mon and press your luck
Don't really don't give a fuck
Rapperchicks, Rapperchicks
Rapperchicks, Rapperchicks
Niggas be down to nuck
Cuz we buck, word to Diamond
Cute guys give us DM's and we slide in...
I'm ready for my close up...
Ready for my close up
Close up, Close up
Ready for my close up...
I'm ready...
We all hands on a watch
I will go across your face in a notch
I will blow up on yo bae off the scotch
The power's in my crotch, bitch, gotta watch
Simba and Nala
Try to keep it simple for a novice
And still find a way to keep a collar popped
Hey!
My bullshit made you
Keep those faults displayed
How can I fix what I can't see?
Or evade?
Now I'm running dolo on the campaign
It's about time that you chose up
Show somethin', or stop actin' froze up
Bitch, it's about time that you chose up
Throw something, or act like you know
Where's the closeup?
I'm ready for my close up...
Ready for my close up
Close up, Close up
Ready for my close up...
I'm ready...
I converse and curve you at the same speed
I will burn you first before you burn me
A couple mantras
Coupled with the deposit
Fostered the feeling that I'm awesome is all
This is America
Land of the fake free labor
And trappin' off the pre-paid
Hate is the neighbor
Hey, I'm the face on The Fader
Telling me your credits 'fore you make them
Put it in the universe
Crash like Ludacris
Act like you the best thing since the mirror
Pray to my vanity
Everybody mad at me
I know my worth, yeah and it couldn't be any clearer
It's about time that you chose up
Show somethin', or stop actin' froze up
Bitch, it's about time that you chose up
Throw something, or act like you know
Where's the closeup?
I'm ready for my close up...
Ready for my close up
Close up, Close up
Ready for my close up...
I'm ready...
I am not willing to act
I am not willing to ask
Money it goes in a bag
You should be giving me that
I do not settle for less
You should be giving me more
You should be letting me score
You should be giving me yours
Why you so offa the fame?
Shaking my head
Niggas be knowin' my name
Why they pretend?
Steadily killing the game
Losing my friends
Everyone tryin' to win
But we got next
I'm telling ya'll
I'm telling ya'll, the future got a vagina
Play filthy, stay silky
Everything designer
Get up off my hymen
Niggas really ain't rhyming
'Sayers don't want the energy
They talking 'bout diamonds
C'mon and press your luck
Don't really don't give a fuck
Rapperchicks, Rapperchicks
Rapperchicks, Rapperchicks
Niggas be down to nuck
Cuz we buck, word to Diamond
Cute guys give us DM's and we slide in...
I'm ready for my close up...
Ready for my close up
Close up, Close up
Ready for my close up...
I'm ready...
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Writer(s): Mean Joe Scheme X Optiks
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