Close to Heaven

Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh, ya dig
Yeah, yeah

VS1, VS1, Bentley truck weigh a ton
Shine just like the sun, shitting on them got the runs
Ice-y, ice-y, water drip on my neck, picking up all these cheques
Momma said, "Please, don't flex"

Yeah, it's always a flex, I know
I can't do SI, no (yeah, yeah)
Pouring up Act' but it's not no skit
Got a lil' swag, but it's not no Rick
5:30 sprite dirty, yeah
Chrome Hearts jeans, size 30, yeah (Yeah)
My shooter's .30 is dirty, yeah
Big stone, my ice on McFlurry, yeah (yeah)

VS1, VS1, Bentley truck weigh a ton
Shine just like the sun, shitting on them got the runs
Ice-y, ice-y, water drip on my neck, picking up all these checks
Momma said, "Please, don't flex"

Pickin' up, pickin' up all these checks
How young nigga made a 100 bands (racks)
Still tryna figure out what's my plan
Broke boy wanna come join my band
Ooh, pull up in that Range, yeah
I'm with Mino Ranger
She wanna fuck for fame, yeah
I don't even blame ya

How many of 'em? I got 'em on go
Shooting my shot like I ain't in the pros
Pickin' 'em out and they playin' they role
Pass me her friend and I pick it and roll

They wanted to hate, yeah
I'm boostin' my rate, yeah
I'm in a Wraith, yeah
I've made some mistakes, yeah
I pop champagne, yeah
To hide the pain, yeah
The ones that stayed, yeah
They never changed, yeah (never changed, yeah)

VS1, VS1, Bentley truck weigh a ton
Shine just like the sun, shitting on them got the runs
Ice-y, ice-y, water drip on my neck, picking up all these cheques
Momma said, "Please, don't flex" (please don't)



Credits
Writer(s): Derek Bissue, Shakqueel Burthwright, Aaron Watkins, Malik Johnson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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