Closer 2 Glory (feat. Carter Brown)

Closer
Closer to glory
Closer, closer
This could be the story

Woah
No more worries
No more struggling
Closer to glory

After all I did

Shine like stars up in the night time
Rolls cullinan prime time
DnD on the freeway

Shorty blowing my hotline
BRB g I need space
Separate from the bad vibes
I see best in the bad times

Never rushing to flatline
Thats all
I always listen my heart
Emotions is not involved

If we gearing for war
That's raw
When I'm long stroking my broad
My conversations is short

If money not in the talks
No long talking
Temper shortened
My sushi fed with sticks

Chop shit, chick tempura
Different aura
I'm a different sort of
Self made nigga

I'm my own employer
Nigga preach
I wear the pain on my sleeve
Blood stains on my tee

My hands reeking of bleach
Ah
I cut the snakes from my team
I'm tired of feeling depleted
My veins free of the leeches

Closer to glory
Closer, closer
This could be the story

Woah
No more worries
No more struggling
Closer to glory

After all I did
After all I did



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Rhooms
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