Closest 2 Kin Lyrics

Ayee niggas show they true colors when that money involved

Cuz it aint too many problems that that money can't solve

On all ten I'm feelin' like Zion in the Paint

They had a lot of jokes to tell but now I laugh to the bank

No we can't send em' through the mail because them packages stank

I watch these pussies stand still as I climb through the ranks

Free my nigga lil' van I know he sharpenin' shanks

And I got switches for the ones thinkin' its something it aint

It took times and days of being patient

Trappin' out of vacants tryna make my moves latent

Never dropped the ball and I aint never made a statement

When you see me countin' bread the only time you see me cakin'

It might come off that I sound mad

But where the fuck was yall man yall knew I was down bad

So tell me why you really feel the need to keep contact

Got automatics with me niggas ready for combat

That pistol in my pocket you aint know cuz its compact

I fuck around and put the barrel right where his mind at

Tell the label come correct or else I can't sign that

My niggas made a killin' shit they juggin' of chime app

Aye wait a second lemme slow it down

We in this for the long run it's just a quarter mile

The trap jumpin' like McDonald's we got quarter pounds

This glock a turn a nigga over like he out of bounds

I got a rental ridin' rovers when I'm out of town

I can't kick it with these niggas I'm like Charlie Brown

Tell me why I'm feelin' righteous when I'm living foul

Tell me why I'm livin' righteous when I uhh

Model bitch she Coca Cola watch she crack a smile

Take a pack hit it with Lac send it to Idlewild

And if the junkies love that batch then Imma stay a while

Yeah Imma student of the game but I can't play around

Huh Glade trash bags full of hashtags

Talkin bout them pounds if you got it come and cash that

Mask on while I'm whippin' like it's hazmat

I get to clappin' at these niggas like the last act

Huh big on respect that's the way I was raised

I need them chips I'm in my bag word to Frito and Lays

I aint even seen my daughter been trappin' for days

Daddy miss you I been caught up in traffic with plays

Huh shit aint been the same since my granny died

Devil talkin' to me got me plottin' niggas homicide

I seen my first dead body I was traumatized

But now I feel like I done see that shit a 1,000 times

Shit I feel like I done rapped about a 1,000 lines

Yeah they didn't even see me comin' like the crowd was blind

Huh said I was done but I'm at it again

In these streets where they separate boys from the men

We can't catch you then we murkin' the closest to kin

My shooter sober cuz he gotta be focused to spin

Huh my shooter sober cuz he gotta be focused to spin