Closer to My Dreams Freestyle by Future the Animal Lyrics
Yeah
I buckle up so I'm strapped in
Ready for some action
Mom say her hands together for me like she clappin'
But she don't know I'm rappin'
I guess she must be prayin dawg
My pictures worth a thousand words, see what I'm sayin' dawg
I gotta play the part, hold my lil brother down
Cause his fuckin' father goes Houdini when he comes around
I see him frown & I understand he fed up
Man I just look in his eyes like keep ya head up....
Cause life's a bitch dodgin' curves like its baseball
I never seen him cry about it and hes 8 ya'll
So like an 8 ball, I'm lasting....
Like the great wall, standin'
I'm what you been waitin' for
I'm like that late call
Late at night, pay the price
Slip & its a straight fall
But I ain't hatin', Im just waitin' so when fate call
I'mma answer and demand that all my paper ain't small
Twist up a swisher of some kush and then I skate off
Somebody tell them niggas listening that what I spit is real rap
Ya'll hear the verses that I spit I know you feel that
And all that trill crap something I ain't big about
So how the fuck they rich I need some help to try and figure out
I know you feel me, I just wanna get to legendary
I want ice, I want cream, boy Ben & Jerry
Kinda very sick & dawg I promise if I wasn't ill
I would've quit awhile ago but man my my mothers bills
Got me feeling locked and now I know just how my cousin feels
Sometimes this life just makes me wanna pop a dozen pills
And get the hell out
Never will I sell out
Packin super bowls like Janet's titty when it fell out
Yeah, so the flow they tryna jack-son
Music Reggie Bush cause they always run it back son
Yeah... and you should probably gimme dap
Cause when I blow I ain't gon front, but I ain't never lookin back son
I buckle up so I'm strapped in
Ready for some action
Mom say her hands together for me like she clappin'
But she don't know I'm rappin'
I guess she must be prayin dawg
My pictures worth a thousand words, see what I'm sayin' dawg
I gotta play the part, hold my lil brother down
Cause his fuckin' father goes Houdini when he comes around
I see him frown & I understand he fed up
Man I just look in his eyes like keep ya head up....
Cause life's a bitch dodgin' curves like its baseball
I never seen him cry about it and hes 8 ya'll
So like an 8 ball, I'm lasting....
Like the great wall, standin'
I'm what you been waitin' for
I'm like that late call
Late at night, pay the price
Slip & its a straight fall
But I ain't hatin', Im just waitin' so when fate call
I'mma answer and demand that all my paper ain't small
Twist up a swisher of some kush and then I skate off
Somebody tell them niggas listening that what I spit is real rap
Ya'll hear the verses that I spit I know you feel that
And all that trill crap something I ain't big about
So how the fuck they rich I need some help to try and figure out
I know you feel me, I just wanna get to legendary
I want ice, I want cream, boy Ben & Jerry
Kinda very sick & dawg I promise if I wasn't ill
I would've quit awhile ago but man my my mothers bills
Got me feeling locked and now I know just how my cousin feels
Sometimes this life just makes me wanna pop a dozen pills
And get the hell out
Never will I sell out
Packin super bowls like Janet's titty when it fell out
Yeah, so the flow they tryna jack-son
Music Reggie Bush cause they always run it back son
Yeah... and you should probably gimme dap
Cause when I blow I ain't gon front, but I ain't never lookin back son