Keepin It Close

Yo
Look

Tha god back
Yeah i'm keepin it close
Get crumbled like bleu cheese
If you play with me bro
You better break fast
Before we add eggs to ya toast
Slice you
See if your bae can
Compliment us both

Crime pays

Never really
Barley have others with me
I move subtle
Cause maybe others
Is tryna get me
So please resent me
Ima go harder
The flow
Refreshing like cold water

Bars leave you depressed
Holding ya stomach
Like postpartum
The squad strapped with elevens
Meaning you can't guard us
Let's see what make it farther
The hate or positivity
Cause really g
I feel like that you niggas
Can't do shit with me
Lyrically
Physically
Mentally
Egotistically
Realistically

I'm up next whether you like it
Or not
I got next
Walking up to the spot
And if you coming for the throne
Then we busting off shots

Just know I keep it close
Don't play nigga
I keep it close

Never front on the squad
Because you know we keep it close

We keep it close

Never front on the squad
Because you know we keep it close

I was made sick
Get you infected
Some usher ray shit
The k clipped
For all wack rappers
That wanna say shit
Yall basic

Yall failing at all your endeavors
We'll brand a A to ya side
For ya efforts like Asics
The game will change quick
This my switching lanes gear
Yall swearing y'all got the juice
When y'all spitting that minute made shit
I leave you all in fear
Yall blow up has been delayed bitch
I'm yall achilles heel
That's cause of y'all disarrayed click

I came to break shit
Since y'all thought I ain't shit
Thinking y'all big dogs when all yall complacent
Living in basements that's vacant
Just to hear a god with a flow
That is blayant
Trying to find a placement
You and a vulture y'all adjacent
Never sign to a label that's enslavement

Nigga

You and a vulture y'all adjacent
Never sign to a label that's enslavement

I keep it close
I keep it close

Never front on tha god
Because you know I keep it close

I keep it close

Never front on tha god
Because you know I keep it close

I got a dollar and some dreams
Tryna show my parents
Rapping more than it seems
Or I can make bread shooting
Line up the seams
Long as it leaves me money
Nine to fives never ever been my thing
Look
Bring yo ass and do this math
They turn us to king kunta
So we earn up some cash
No stephen a
But my nigga this the first take
Why we working seven hours
With no lunch break

Why we working open to close
On a sunday
Just to come back and have to open
On a monday
Look
Giving lazy niggas raises
Like we ain't working
And then we ask them to pay us
And now the birds chirping
In third person
We gonna tell them all
To eat a dick
But in first person
We won't tell them
We don't need this shit

We keep it close
While they play us in worse way
Until we wake up
And pop they ass
On a thursday

Fuck em