Close To Home (Freestyle) Lyrics

(3AM im in the booth)

(3AM im in the booth)

3AM I'm in the booth, I sit back relax and smoke away

I get better day by day, name start with a J, but every hood, I keep a wooden K (Fa, Fa)

You said what you said, so stand on that my nigga, you paved your way

Niggas just got money, with no talent, them niggas payed they way

They said my brother, ratted for reaction, but I don't play that way

200 miles my car (Vroom), my clothes match my broads

I know some niggas still do fraud

froze my tears to ice my wrist

I done took some real life risk, but kept them chains from off my wrist

I don't call women no b's, but lil' shawty not my bitch (not mine)

ona go im smoking delta, you won't catch me on no spirit

My brother one foot in and one foot out, he get all bags from out the urus truck

I know these niggas mad as fuck, go Carti just to hold it up (just to hold it)

Oh, I know these niggas mad, i hit saks and then I double up on everything

It's hitting close to home, its seemin' like they killin' every teen

Hm

(What the fuck?)

I had feel and scraped my knee, but every time I made it back

I made it back to where I'm goin

Settle down no hoing, tryna build towards growing

It's rare that I'm sober, but I still feel a little pain from here and there

stones blocking my hearing and all in each year,

I'm upgradin' my level every time we change' years (What)

I can't let him get too close, I change my house like every year, dawg

niggas hatin' bad just for some cat, I can't come near y'all (Hell na)

I won't clear my name unless you said I'm broke, I'll clear y'all

Can't put my trust in niggas, my back always on the rear wall

I keep my gen for safety, promise you I do not fear yall, niggas (Yall Niggas)

I'm hurt, I used my heart less I kept it real regardless (Oh)

It's crazy how y'all crossed me out, I showed you I was harmless (No, No, No, No)

To you, To you, You, You, You, You

Big body TRX, no love for my damn ex

She chasing dick onto the next, this picture pendant on my neck

I do this for my dead ones, uh, uh, uh

Way before the rap, I was givin' out that hand that, these niggas didn't give me

You askin' me for funds, but playin' More than Rich on IG

Know it ain't addin' up, he come too close, we back him up

No degree but stackin' up a must

Caught you fuckin' on my brother, what you mean, trust

You tellin' him it's him and you, so what you mean, us

Want a big house, ten-car garage, it can fit a whole bus in it (In It)

Turn a double R into a beater, cuttin' up, put a couple dents in it (Fuck)

How you put in your two cents, ain't gettin' cents

This shit ain't makin' sense, I tried it with my luck

Shawty left the miss you text on sent

It is what it is and what it ain't, I won't come back again