Keepin It Close Lyrics

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