This Close
(Rock out on they block wit my guitar)
(We know you soft So quit tryna to act hard)
(Running wit sum steppas they'll pull yo hoe card)
Rock out on they block wit my guitar
We know you soft So quit tryna to act hard
Running wit sum steppas they'll pull yo hoe card
My yung nigga he a demon like he don't know god
Hit da bank quick to pull a scam
We gone tax them boys like uncle sam
But I was this close from taking my soul
Suicide thoughts while clutching on my pole
Nigga don't wanna see me elevate
They rather see me work a job
They talking big shit till we pull up now he on pause
I can get you touched with these racks like a massage
Nigga mad cause I counted 30 but ion know todd
Aye, flex up tell them boys catch up
Sending shots at yo head you better put yo vest up
My foot on the gas ion think ima let up
I see it in your face you hate the fact I got my bread up
Nigga talking down on me when I'm not around
Heard yo mans a rat words floating through the town
My yungin kick ya door hands up bet not make no sound
We gone up the score when we catch a opp out of bounds
Rock out on they block wit my guitar
We know you soft So quit tryna to act hard
Running wit sum steppas they'll pull yo hoe card
My yung nigga he a demon like he don't know god
Hit da bank quick to pull a scam
We gone tax them boys like uncle sam
But i was this close from taking my soul
Suicide thoughts while clutching on my pole
Green lights surround my team, my yungins on Go
I got da trap jumping like a pogo
I got a stick on me, make ya do the rich homie (ouu)
Ima lil nigga they treat me like a big homie
I hear em talkin down on me for what? I'm getting paper
Vacumseal dem bags gotta watch out for da neighbors
Wasn't worth a penny but now they gotta pay us
Jumped deep in dat water the pastor couldn't even save us
Open scars yeah these my war wounds
My life been raw with no tune
I'm getting hot as hell like I was born in june
He tried to front a bag but I'm tryna cop two
Rock out on they block wit my guitar
We know you soft So quit tryna to act hard
Running wit sum steppas they'll pull yo hoe card
My yung nigga he a demon like he don't know god
Hit da bank quick to pull a scam
We gone tax them boys like uncle sam
But I was this close from taking my soul
Suicide thoughts while clutching on my pole
(I was this close from taking my soul)
(Suicide thoughts while clutching my pole)
(We know you soft So quit tryna to act hard)
(Running wit sum steppas they'll pull yo hoe card)
Rock out on they block wit my guitar
We know you soft So quit tryna to act hard
Running wit sum steppas they'll pull yo hoe card
My yung nigga he a demon like he don't know god
Hit da bank quick to pull a scam
We gone tax them boys like uncle sam
But I was this close from taking my soul
Suicide thoughts while clutching on my pole
Nigga don't wanna see me elevate
They rather see me work a job
They talking big shit till we pull up now he on pause
I can get you touched with these racks like a massage
Nigga mad cause I counted 30 but ion know todd
Aye, flex up tell them boys catch up
Sending shots at yo head you better put yo vest up
My foot on the gas ion think ima let up
I see it in your face you hate the fact I got my bread up
Nigga talking down on me when I'm not around
Heard yo mans a rat words floating through the town
My yungin kick ya door hands up bet not make no sound
We gone up the score when we catch a opp out of bounds
Rock out on they block wit my guitar
We know you soft So quit tryna to act hard
Running wit sum steppas they'll pull yo hoe card
My yung nigga he a demon like he don't know god
Hit da bank quick to pull a scam
We gone tax them boys like uncle sam
But i was this close from taking my soul
Suicide thoughts while clutching on my pole
Green lights surround my team, my yungins on Go
I got da trap jumping like a pogo
I got a stick on me, make ya do the rich homie (ouu)
Ima lil nigga they treat me like a big homie
I hear em talkin down on me for what? I'm getting paper
Vacumseal dem bags gotta watch out for da neighbors
Wasn't worth a penny but now they gotta pay us
Jumped deep in dat water the pastor couldn't even save us
Open scars yeah these my war wounds
My life been raw with no tune
I'm getting hot as hell like I was born in june
He tried to front a bag but I'm tryna cop two
Rock out on they block wit my guitar
We know you soft So quit tryna to act hard
Running wit sum steppas they'll pull yo hoe card
My yung nigga he a demon like he don't know god
Hit da bank quick to pull a scam
We gone tax them boys like uncle sam
But I was this close from taking my soul
Suicide thoughts while clutching on my pole
(I was this close from taking my soul)
(Suicide thoughts while clutching my pole)
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Writer(s): Alexander Sumpter
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