Gettin' Closer
Niggas thought they had it over me, then they woke up
I ain't never gonna let em breathe, keep the choker
They measure my style in degrees, it's a smoker
On your knees, get your hopes up
Nigga you ain't getting closer
Imagine me in the whip turning keys and shit
Imagine me wanting features paying fees and shit
All these niggas can get boxed like Rees and shit
Spit the verse and blow the hook like a breeze and shit
Man I don't need this shit, won't concede to shit
You don't even know the nigga but you eating dick
Imagine me kissing ass on my knees and shit
Voice glide on wax like bees and shit
The flow switch up, they all mixed up
It's all in the bag, like malt liquor,
What's a loss for you, for me's a small hiccup
They wrong for sleeping, now it's all tits up
See the main thing about going toe to toe with Esse is I'ma tag yours
Rap niggas got they ghostwriter under contract with a gag order
Ain't no way a motherfucker told you to test me, that's a bad order
These niggas scary, I intimidate, murder, and bury in that order
Niggas can't catch a beat, I can't relate
I'm a surgeon for the fake, I amputate
I'm the one with the juice, they beg to taste
Lil nigga had some buzz, but it's back to basics
Boy face it, you couldn't walk in my Louis or my Asics
I could stunt in a Plain Jane, it's naked
If I wanna ice it out, I tell them scrape it
Niggas thought they had it over me, then they woke up
I ain't never gonna let em breathe, keep the choker
They measure my style in degrees, it's a smoker
On your knees, get your hopes up
Nigga you ain't getting closer
I should pay a nigga pop
you, same nigga to rob you
Watch him make your ass dance, make you Ricky the Bobby
I want a house so big, it look like it got a lobby
Put some fish down in the floor, name one of them Wasabi
Who the fuck can count me out, when I'm greater than Khali
They know shit ain't handi-cap, how I'm able to body
It ain't a motherfucking thing I ain't able to cop me
Out here sonning these niggas
Sabes que soy tu padre
Oh fuck
Oh wow
Oh god
Niggas thought they had it over me, then they woke up
I ain't never gonna let em breathe, keep the choker
They measure my style in degrees, it's a smoker
On your knees, get your hopes up
Nigga you ain't getting closer
I ain't never gonna let em breathe, keep the choker
They measure my style in degrees, it's a smoker
On your knees, get your hopes up
Nigga you ain't getting closer
Imagine me in the whip turning keys and shit
Imagine me wanting features paying fees and shit
All these niggas can get boxed like Rees and shit
Spit the verse and blow the hook like a breeze and shit
Man I don't need this shit, won't concede to shit
You don't even know the nigga but you eating dick
Imagine me kissing ass on my knees and shit
Voice glide on wax like bees and shit
The flow switch up, they all mixed up
It's all in the bag, like malt liquor,
What's a loss for you, for me's a small hiccup
They wrong for sleeping, now it's all tits up
See the main thing about going toe to toe with Esse is I'ma tag yours
Rap niggas got they ghostwriter under contract with a gag order
Ain't no way a motherfucker told you to test me, that's a bad order
These niggas scary, I intimidate, murder, and bury in that order
Niggas can't catch a beat, I can't relate
I'm a surgeon for the fake, I amputate
I'm the one with the juice, they beg to taste
Lil nigga had some buzz, but it's back to basics
Boy face it, you couldn't walk in my Louis or my Asics
I could stunt in a Plain Jane, it's naked
If I wanna ice it out, I tell them scrape it
Niggas thought they had it over me, then they woke up
I ain't never gonna let em breathe, keep the choker
They measure my style in degrees, it's a smoker
On your knees, get your hopes up
Nigga you ain't getting closer
I should pay a nigga pop
you, same nigga to rob you
Watch him make your ass dance, make you Ricky the Bobby
I want a house so big, it look like it got a lobby
Put some fish down in the floor, name one of them Wasabi
Who the fuck can count me out, when I'm greater than Khali
They know shit ain't handi-cap, how I'm able to body
It ain't a motherfucking thing I ain't able to cop me
Out here sonning these niggas
Sabes que soy tu padre
Oh fuck
Oh wow
Oh god
Niggas thought they had it over me, then they woke up
I ain't never gonna let em breathe, keep the choker
They measure my style in degrees, it's a smoker
On your knees, get your hopes up
Nigga you ain't getting closer
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Writer(s): Maliq Smith
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