Doughboyz Cashout - Closer To My Dreams lyrics

[Verse: Doughboy Roc] Sometimes this fast money be comin' to slow I been tryna win the race, seems like I'm running to slow Every day I'm strapped, can't get caught slippin' And a n***a so stressed that he always drinking And a n***a so high that he always thinking n***as be so high that he always thinking Tryna come up with a strategy to come up mathematically When you fall off everything change drastically Used to drink white now it's brown, Nino Pockets change, [?] I'm tryna come up, maybe [?] a mill or two I'm far from perfect, I done popped a pill or two I done hit a lick or two, my girl ain't gon't speak with you She gon' find a richer boo, yeah she gon' dip on you Not because you not a lover or you don't know how to treat her But you keep it movin', make her a believer Get that two-seater, [?] I'm like Trey and Drake I just wanna be a successful Life a b**h, if you happen to sneeze she wouldn't bless you She wouldn't help you, you gotta be self motivated And when you make it to the top, they gon' be hurt you made it Stay down or come up Stay strapped, run up You losing, get your a** murked, inclusion n***as get shirts Reminiscing, pourin' liquor out I done got the big picture, I can't leave Amanda And I can't leave Shironda, plus I can't leave Ginoba My daddy raised a soldier, so if it's me or you then it gotta be you A n***a tryna rob Roc, then he takin' a view They say revenge is a sin but in the streets it's a must I used to go OT with crack and pills on the bus Tryna get my bread up so I can come back and splurge Ever since 8th grade, I had a way with these words I done did a lot of sh** I'm kinda feelin' like a veteran I just wanna make it big and speak my testimony n***as say I'm good, but I ain't good where I'm at I just wanna feed my fam and put my hood on the map The D a jungle and I'm through it like I'm Tarzan Phone doin' numbers [?] mad man The streets want what you got not what you have man I came a long way, used to hand to hand with fiends Picked up the [?] now I'm closer to my dreams No lie, real talk I spit the truth on these beats And if this rappin' don't work I'm still off in these streets To them haters, sending shot at us I'm headed your way Got our city on our back with no radio play DJ's tryna ho us, they don't show us no love So when you see us in the streets ain't no 'wa**up cuz' Now I laugh at them n***as who thought they was ahead of me That gangster sh** run in my veins, check my pedigree Get money, they act funny that's how the chatter be Extendo pokin' out of the T, that's what you better see Get your a** dropped quick, Roc got them hands But I'll whip that pistol out, pop you and your man's Hop in the whip [?] gas, now you on the [?] With cheese on your head like a nacho Call my goons they goin' pronto Yeah I'm stackin' for security, it's all about security [?] shows, ice [?] no security Still takin' bucks with your maturity Downtown plottin' tryna take a n***a j**elry I knocked the hustles, I been through them struggles But if you run up on me, I ain't boostin' I'ma bust you These n***as talk like b**hes and these b**hes f** like n***as You thinkin' she want you for you, but want you for your figures [?] She actin' like she love me, she deserve a Grammy I just want some s** then I'm on to the next Stick on my lap, so her man is not a threat Never really worry, plus that Robert Horry I remember back when I k**ed him with the [?] at the [?] Pullin' number, scared to call a hoe k**ed him at the basketball game, [?] show Take you back down memory lane When was the only young n***as in the city with frames