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Lyrify.me

So Close by Freddy Will Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2009

SO CLOSE

So close
Ya ain’t where we are
So close
With no cigar
So close
You ain’t up to par
So close
You’re against the odds [X2]

You’re lookin’ at a man not taught much mostly but self-tutored
Learn by mistakes, life got no help through us
Most of my years on this earth I felt clueless
My first steps went through the floor and I fell through it
Since day one spent my life in the hole
When pops lost his soul, I lost all types of control
Became of that will be the motto life is short
Live for today, who knows when you’ll need life support
To keep a breath in us
I pledge trust in God but didn’t memories verses from the exodus
So I don’t know if
My soul will lift up and rise to the pearly gates when I go stiff
That’s why I smoke spiffs
Stroke chicks and chase doe
This Negro blaze the road for the Pesos
I’m not prepared to go where the gates glow
Until I make doe and make my cursor like change clothes
So close
Ya ain’t where we are
So close
With no cigar
So close
You ain’t up to par
So close
You’re against the odds [X2]

The only thing that matters nowadays is if you cakin’
So I play the block and make it pop like shrimps and bacon
Ya bitch gave me top and told the flock we have relation
But now I get more crack than a chiropractor-patient
But I’ve been a pimp like C, so this ain’t nothin’ new
Just somethin’ to do, so watch these birds land in the coop
While you standin’ on that corner with a ----- in ya boot
With a false record deal, you still tryin’ to recoup
I’ve been nice
My flow is flawless like the cuts in the ice
Off ya head for bread with ya coolant water and ice
For these wack cats lemme backtrack
That mean crack
Niggas rap minds brand new Cadillac and some scraps
My niggas back with a pack it ends up on ya strip
Cause we take the blocks back like they’re Indian gifts
Got a fiend named JJ said the work dynamite
And every night he cops four hard and two of the white
So close
Ya ain’t where we are
So close
With no cigar
So close
You ain’t up to par
So close
You’re against the odds [X2]

Institutionalized with demolition eyes
Panelized for crime and the prime sign naturalized
Yup, look in the magazine
And what it seems to be, everybody wanna be a G
I hear em talkin’ about nines and puttin’ homies in the grave
Steels they’re packin’ em
I just do this shit for platinum
Meet, a nigga proud to be fulla deceit
What he made in a month
Was like a bag of blunts
How many niggas have been taken to the cell blocks
Pullin’ triggers at the cops like they jump shots
You couldn’t get a job now ya steady,’ ya mobbin’
Heard them sirens
Getaway to keep strivin’
A nigga gotta hustle and shit
In the struggle and shit
Undergoin’ double trouble and shit
Ya keep talkin’ it
Stuck it
Niggas be frontin’ with packed clips they’re unfortunate
So close
Ya ain’t where we are
So close
With no cigar
So close
You ain’t up to par
So close
You’re against the odds [X4]