Too Close
Yo Ben, so I was like-you know
You ever think about how like
Cats always got like 9 lives and shit, right?
(Word)
Y-yo-you know but then you think about like a black cat, right?
(Uh-huh)
And how's its always about like bad luck and shit
(That's racist, ha)
The fucks up with that though?
Look
I don't understand why a black cat gets 1 life
And that 1 life is full of bad luck and all strife
Hard times rain 'pon us just like some cats and dogs
We've had enough, I'm riding through the night like David Hasslehoff
But look (yuh) they can't wait to turn the cameras off
So they can get us hanged and chained and all these other crazy things
Knowing that when they get caught, they ain't ashamed
Guess what? Imma cop this Glock so that I ain't afraid (click-clack)
Bringing scopes into the trial of your court case
The evolution of revolution we finna throw it in front of your face
You misconstrue the truth and try to blow it on your homepage
Just like milk how it matures with the old age (yuck!)
Been stomping on my elderberries through the life times
The fruit of the labor on my skin like some tie-dye
Black folk keep on aging like we is fine wine
Why you think the melanin is popping up in your timeline
The line of right and wrong is not quite a fine line (no)
It's more of something like a wide spread field
With a wide spread yield of that wide spread fear
But them times end near, cause niggas like me are saying "I am here"
I am legendary, very scary, use my 40 acres for a cementary
(Get 'em buried) Just so I can notice how opponents
Dying from them own poisons I think it's so worth it
Damn yall still soul searching? (Yo)
Look I done found my soul it was on top of a pot of gold.
On top of that Imma prodigal product of
Progress, pariahs, and Pradas yo (damn)
And a lot of dope
Let the rays of change rain down I got a lot of hope
These things that my mama wrote (ugh-gh-gh-gh)
Tailor made raps they all bespoke
The best thing for my outfit was just to be broke
But I don't get why y'all think it's so hard to be woke
If you ain't Ben or Box dog why y'all tryna be close?
Don't get too close to us
Don't get too close to us
Don't get too close to us
Don't get too close
Tight
You ever think about how like
Cats always got like 9 lives and shit, right?
(Word)
Y-yo-you know but then you think about like a black cat, right?
(Uh-huh)
And how's its always about like bad luck and shit
(That's racist, ha)
The fucks up with that though?
Look
I don't understand why a black cat gets 1 life
And that 1 life is full of bad luck and all strife
Hard times rain 'pon us just like some cats and dogs
We've had enough, I'm riding through the night like David Hasslehoff
But look (yuh) they can't wait to turn the cameras off
So they can get us hanged and chained and all these other crazy things
Knowing that when they get caught, they ain't ashamed
Guess what? Imma cop this Glock so that I ain't afraid (click-clack)
Bringing scopes into the trial of your court case
The evolution of revolution we finna throw it in front of your face
You misconstrue the truth and try to blow it on your homepage
Just like milk how it matures with the old age (yuck!)
Been stomping on my elderberries through the life times
The fruit of the labor on my skin like some tie-dye
Black folk keep on aging like we is fine wine
Why you think the melanin is popping up in your timeline
The line of right and wrong is not quite a fine line (no)
It's more of something like a wide spread field
With a wide spread yield of that wide spread fear
But them times end near, cause niggas like me are saying "I am here"
I am legendary, very scary, use my 40 acres for a cementary
(Get 'em buried) Just so I can notice how opponents
Dying from them own poisons I think it's so worth it
Damn yall still soul searching? (Yo)
Look I done found my soul it was on top of a pot of gold.
On top of that Imma prodigal product of
Progress, pariahs, and Pradas yo (damn)
And a lot of dope
Let the rays of change rain down I got a lot of hope
These things that my mama wrote (ugh-gh-gh-gh)
Tailor made raps they all bespoke
The best thing for my outfit was just to be broke
But I don't get why y'all think it's so hard to be woke
If you ain't Ben or Box dog why y'all tryna be close?
Don't get too close to us
Don't get too close to us
Don't get too close to us
Don't get too close
Tight
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Writer(s): Ben Buck, Kevin Naquin, Nathan Painter
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