Close.The.Door

The bigger the bank boi they harder they fall
Give a pack to a nigga it be gon by tomorrow
I ain't done with the pint till I finish the bottle
I'm a drown in this shit tired of feeling the sorrow
And I'm just stacking this bread
Tryna keep my head down low low
And I'm sick of selling dope
Trying duck feds like they ain't know know
Ain't nobody check on me when I was down
Ain't nobody step for me ain't hear a sound
I ain't get respect until I layed 'em down
If you ain't gettin money then don't come around

Somebody once told me cut the grass round you
Boy you better keep the shit low
Cuz in the end niggas who say they'll die for you
Be the ones tryna sell ya soul
I ain't worried gave my shit away months ago
Niggas ain't peep but I'm letting em know
If any my people that claim they love me do me dirt
Then I'm letting they ass go
I'm from the streets had to learn how to fight
Been ready for war still strapped like a dyke
Hittin shit ever since a lil tyke
Rep 35 till the day that I die
Imma coldhearted young nigga
But I got some warmth for them folks in the struggle
I paid too much for these guns just to see a opp and tussle

The bigger the bank boi they harder they fall
Give a pack to a nigga it be gon by tomorrow
I ain't done with the pint till I finish the bottle
I'm a drown in this shit tired of feelin the sorrow
And I'm just stackin this bread
Trying keep my head down low low
And I'm sick of selling dope
Tryna dodge feds like they ain't know know
Ain't nobody check on me when I was down
Ain't nobody step for me ain't hear a sound
I ain't get respect until I layed em down
If you ain't gettin money then don't come around
Ain't nobody check on me when I was down
Ain't nobody step for me ain't hear a sound
I ain't get respect until I layed em down
If you ain't gettin money then dont come around



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Writer(s): Jonathan Mcclarin
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