Closer
I Lost a couple potnas
That shit kinda change me
Old friends that I use to have we became strangers
Old bitches that I used to fuck still wanna bang
I jus wanna get rich fuck being famous imma do it for da street I hope da streets love me tryna get up out da Poverty I'm sick and tired of strugglin imma give em all I got even wen they ain't gave me nothing niggaturned Down da pot cus da shit started bubblin imma do it for my mama cause ion wanna see no mo tears do for da niggas Locked up dem could've been my years father day jus passed ain get a gift yal niggas my kids
Imma do for da nigga tryna do it but I already did
Imma do for da haters cus I know they don't love me do it for da fake niggas dat still come & try to hug me
Do it for da bitches dat down but still try to hustle
Hold ya head baby girl u kno u
Gotta keep ya muscle
Like i was sayin tho
Why u think im playin tho
Them niggas killed toby im tryna send da marchin band on em
Black nigga in a white body bag like a piano
I wish all my niggas was free im still buying can openers i just stayed down wit my niggas like im suppose to
Every nigga round me sucker free but yal the hoe crew
I told that bit that pussy got sum power like she goku
Im doin all these drugs so ion think about wat i go thru
Ain goin for that shit cause i done did it before
And everysince i told myself that i wun do it no more
I got sum crips they on da left but me im throwin da fork
Pourin lean on da ground for all da soldiers we lost
Take a trip outta town so i can re think my thoughts
I aint never out of bounds ain turnin over da ball
They ain help wen i was down
Dey ain never pick up my call
Every time i came around they conversation on pause
Like wats goin on
Not my dawg
Thought u ridin wit me right or wrong
When da syrup gone ain got nothing to lean on
When i was broke ain never hear my ringtone
Only thing i think about is putting my team on
Told that bit im coming over put yo wig on
I might spend da night as long as all yo kids gone
I might bend her over flip her like a flip phone
And after that im gone on god
That shit kinda change me
Old friends that I use to have we became strangers
Old bitches that I used to fuck still wanna bang
I jus wanna get rich fuck being famous imma do it for da street I hope da streets love me tryna get up out da Poverty I'm sick and tired of strugglin imma give em all I got even wen they ain't gave me nothing niggaturned Down da pot cus da shit started bubblin imma do it for my mama cause ion wanna see no mo tears do for da niggas Locked up dem could've been my years father day jus passed ain get a gift yal niggas my kids
Imma do for da nigga tryna do it but I already did
Imma do for da haters cus I know they don't love me do it for da fake niggas dat still come & try to hug me
Do it for da bitches dat down but still try to hustle
Hold ya head baby girl u kno u
Gotta keep ya muscle
Like i was sayin tho
Why u think im playin tho
Them niggas killed toby im tryna send da marchin band on em
Black nigga in a white body bag like a piano
I wish all my niggas was free im still buying can openers i just stayed down wit my niggas like im suppose to
Every nigga round me sucker free but yal the hoe crew
I told that bit that pussy got sum power like she goku
Im doin all these drugs so ion think about wat i go thru
Ain goin for that shit cause i done did it before
And everysince i told myself that i wun do it no more
I got sum crips they on da left but me im throwin da fork
Pourin lean on da ground for all da soldiers we lost
Take a trip outta town so i can re think my thoughts
I aint never out of bounds ain turnin over da ball
They ain help wen i was down
Dey ain never pick up my call
Every time i came around they conversation on pause
Like wats goin on
Not my dawg
Thought u ridin wit me right or wrong
When da syrup gone ain got nothing to lean on
When i was broke ain never hear my ringtone
Only thing i think about is putting my team on
Told that bit im coming over put yo wig on
I might spend da night as long as all yo kids gone
I might bend her over flip her like a flip phone
And after that im gone on god
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Writer(s): Jakordney Weston
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