So Close (Almost There Pt. 2) Lyrics

Get up eight times if you fall seven

Goin through hell just tryna get to heaven

If you have ten I gotta get eleven

There is no question, 7-17 reppin', lessons

Better learn em, there's no room for guessin'

Nor stressin', I'm countin the blessin's

Stone Cold when I'm wrestlin'

No rearview cause I'm not backin' up

Wired like an EV you can't gas me up

I thought I knew love but I'm so bad at love

Thought I had to do extra like I'm not enough

I'm speakin' blunt like we used to stay blunted

Now I'm back to growin', sad my growth was stunted

Gotta pay me back, it all times a hundred

Pedal to the metal, So Close and I want it

So close to the edge that I'm pushed accidentally

Voices in my head and they're not friendly to me

Ever since I was young they would just scream at me

Sayin' so many things they were just mean to me

I had to learn how to channel dark energy

Now the money is the only new friend to me

I'm the supplier and you are all fiends to me

I battle demons, you're just human beings to me

And that's not a fight

We all got guns niggha you got a knife

I feel like David, I know my Goliath

Look, I'm self aware and myself I inspire

To be or not to be, my toes at the fire

Still I'm not singin', I'm not in a choir

Assessin' the situation and it's dire

Back against the wall, it's down to the wire

So close to the edge that I might just jump off

Cause I already feel like I'm in a free fall

Started walkin' tall, it ended in a crawl

And now I don't feel like I wanna go on

So close to the fire I feel like I'm bacon

Chop up the piggy's, the money just rake in

Not coppin' one piglet at least two I'm takin

Not thinkin' about the time I could be facin'

And that's how it be

Momma told me that she not proud of me

She told me she raised me better than to be

Another statistic, I just wanna eat

Check the ballistics, the bullets wiped clean

Movin' in silence, lasagna, a G

Sauced up, all about the bread and the cheese

Meatier pockets, fam, that's all I need

Dressed in all black, I'm the furthest from emo

Peelin' caps back I'm much closer to chemo

This not Shake Ya Ass music, this is not P-Lo

This is some Fck You, this is more CeeLo

Pistol in my lap, no one ridin' shotgun

Me myself and I, myself is the hot one

She don't want a bytch so thank God I'm not one

She want a mans man, told her friends that she got one

It's like I'm a prize

Can tell a real smile by lookin' at eyes

It might be a mask that I put on to hide

It might be a front, I'm good with the facade

Told Momma I'm good, sorry Momma I lied

Wrote her a letter, said Momma I tried

Told her don't cry, as I wrote it I cried

Said it's not your fault, don't know how to say bye

Blood on the walls, Mad Max keepin' a tally

Hand to hand combat, I'm good in the alley

Afterwards to relax I hit up Towelie

Playin the Long game, so I feel like Howie

No chef but I put in work in the kitchen

Makin' my shawty some veggies and chicken

She tell me I'm dry, she ask why I'm distant

She said you can tell me, said "Baby I'll listen"

So close to the edge that I'm pushed accidentally

Voices in my head and they're not friendly to me

Ever since I was young they would just scream at me

Sayin' so many things they were just mean to me

So close to the edge that I might just jump off

Cause I already feel like I'm in a free fall

Started walkin' tall, it ended in a crawl

And now I don't feel like I wanna go on