Nu Devenchy - Closer 2 My Dreams

Yea
I'm just trying to get closer to my muhfuckin' dream nigga
Yea
It's the muhfuckin' vision this year
Yea
My time coming and I'm dead close
Guaranteed that I'ma make it, that's because I said so
Had to grind and put in work, just to get these red soles
Please don't bring me flowers, when I'm curled up like a dead rose
I swear to God I've been through shit that could of ruined me
So immune to snakes, so all you fakes ain't nothing new to me
VV's in my jewelry, ain't nobody cool as me
You gon' get beat brutally, if you come through on foolery
Niggas out here too lame, I just copped a foreign in that new lane
Use to rocking one, now I got two chains
Ain't talking to them people, we don't do thangs like that
Still be calling Porn wishing he call right back
And I been reminiscing got me missing Ice Black, couple crabs in a barrel
Niggas caught inside a trap
I don't want no co-defendants, niggas moving like some rats
So I be moving on the low low, you won't catch me in no photos, if you see me I be dolo Standing solid on my ten toes
I will never fold, that's ah no, nah, no
I got to grind and get this doe, 'cause that's all I know
And Free Capo, I gotta' put some bread into his commissary
That's my day one, like the first day of January
Ima show love to my niggas, some in a cemetery
Only time I get to see they face is on obituaries
Streets is getting scary
Niggas shootin' for a name
Niggas out here chasing clout, for a lil' bit of fame
Lost my youngins to the street, 'cause we ain't school them to the game
Quick to pass these niggas ratchets, tell 'em go and put in pain, shit a shame
See my youngins throw they life down the drain
It's like a neva ending cycle, no one breaking these chains
I gotta grind till I put the whole hood on a plane
Gotta do it for my city, shit is bigger than gang
I really starved on these streets
I found a job in these streets
I used to mob in these streets, did it all so I could eat
And if you ever switched up, I hope you neva need us
So many niggas catching bullets like they wide receivers
And it be the same ones ain't feed us, be the ones that tryna reach us
Bitches turnt to eaters, once they heard me in they speaker
Use to trap for sneakers now I'm gettin' paid off features
Went to school to learn but 'bout the streets they couldn't teach us
We was out there hustling fuck livin' off the government
Trapping seem like thee only option when you be strugglin'
A lot of niggas out here really feds on the low
I keep my friend all at a distance, neva let 'em get close
And ain't no telling when that beef end
The opposition out there creeping
They just wait until you sleeping, just to try to come get even
That's why we posted up on defense, floating in that deep end
Ship ain't never sinking
Yea, yea

Written by:
Devon Pinnock, Nu Devenchy

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