Closer To My Dreams Lyrics

Fast money all I wanted since a kid I ran to it

Took some foreign language classes bag talk I speak fluent

Dirty glock in my amiris nigga try to snatch something

Only gang around the spot I don't fuck with the crash dummies

Remember way back when I bought my first sack

In the ninth grade paid two hundred for that one pack

But my uncle took that

Threw three hundred for that

You ain't gotta grow too fast these streets ain't where you need to be at

That's some real shit

But me being me

At that age ain't wanna hear it

Told him how I made a killin chip bags with dubs in it

Lookin out for older niggas see twelve I stash the weapons

Dirty glocks a couple westons

Went to school with one on me

Niggas tried to jump the kid

That blickly made niggas think

Gone catch hollow then a halo

With no chance to even blink

Niggas realized they position so they didn't reach the tee

Well them niggas at that time

Some other niggas had to see

I put the call in on a nigga

Saw his og on tv one eight hundred speak what ?

I thought dawg was really street

Young dawg claimed hard

Big steppin what he was reppin

In the end you just a thought all that talkin got you in Heaven aye

Or Hell

Wherever cuz ended up

Learn to leave niggas alone

This stick will leave you stuck aye

Nightmares I won't live to reach a certain age

Wrote my life ona beat page after page

Found some peace and a purpose but these streets ain't the place but ironically that's the area I feel safe

It took my daddy from me

My unky

My bestfriend

But that's still hood

I just hate them hoes that got my mans

Man death to them niggas hope they all die

Heard one got dropped and the other paralyzed

I gotta bullet for every tear that my family cried

I gotta gang that'll turn yo block into columbine

Bitch

Best believe you gone feel this shit

All the years I had to feel this shit

I'm out here lost and alone and shit

That's why I'm stuck to Darius don't ever leave me bitch aye

It get hard for a

Young black nigga

Who ain't got no one to show him the way

My mama worried its gone hurt to see her boy in a cage

I done been there done that ain't gonna see that again

Rare for me to open up I wrote this in the rain

Family women and my grind contributed to my pain

I can't fuck with these lil niggas they shady and lame

I been crossed a couple times never will be the same

Showin love will get you hurt even worst

Have you gettin laid to rest in yo hearse

I stay cold to a bitch make her ass keep her distance

I been crossed a couple times so I can't show no commitment

Tortured soul how my granny said I be livin

White faces tryna lock the whole gang down in prison

I was raised as one but I can't say I'ma christian

I know somewhere there's a god it ain't the nigga we seeing

I ain't supposed to be alive let alone be free

Not supposed up and gettin close to my dreams

But I am and got support that'll leave a nigga weak

So its clear that's someone watchin over me

And I thank you

Don't give up and keep progressing me keep me grounded keep a nigga thinking humbly

Don't give up and keep progressing me keep me grounded keep a nigga thinking humbly

Don't give up and keep progressing me keep me grounded keep a nigga thinking humbly

Don't give up and keep progressing me keep me grounded keep a nigga thinking humbly

Don't give up and keep progressing me keep me grounded keep a nigga thinking humbly

Don't give up and keep progressing me keep me grounded keep a nigga thinking humbly

Don't give up and keep progressing me keep me grounded keep a nigga thinking humbly

Don't give up and keep progressing me keep me grounded keep a nigga thinking humbly