Boi-1da - Closer To My Dreams lyrics

f** one hundred n***a I'm a million f** that a billion I put that one my children Put that on my children My unborn children Palm start itching feel the drug storm nearing V12 engines gone in a instant G smell kush I keep it burning like a incent Females look but f** em they inconsistent It's either she a dog or im scared of commitment Neither one work so I think it's best we kicked it Love women hate b**hes yeah it's a difference I got it down to a science I'm giving you the physic You dealing with a giant how it look wit a midget I don't move a pivet I lift a felanche Unless it's bout a dollar then it's gonna be a stampede And I don't fear sh** but a judge that's mad with a grudge Cuz I made his yearly salary a week selling d** Give your b**h love only if we talkin tennis That's zero zip nota you can holla bout some business Authenic never timid We don't hestiate to squeeze forty Glock bless you when this muthaf**ing sneeze Achcu that's you then I'm back to it grindin with my bay n***as Scrappin in a black buick smoke blunts that size of louie ville slugga bats n***as sleepin on me but f**'em scrap'em they can all nap Why I stay up no five hour shots I just don't wanna go back to selling five dollar rocks So I'm on it livin for the moment learning hard life lessons because I'm young and still growing Father's only son, mama's lil boy Moving in and outta town with a package got me noid' Because I rather take a chance Before I ever be employed by a cracker who don't view me as a man but as a boy Cash every time while ya bank account voids Still easy no roids Never foldin unda pressure Every time I leave the house grab the pistol off the dresser still goonin' Everybody lookin at me like grow up But I want have a different car every time I show up Put it all the line Every nickel every dime Give you real sh** every muthaf**in' rhyme I give you real sh** every muthaf**in' rhyme Life of crime that im livin got me thinkin bout a lawyer Because it's a whole lot of money but more snitches out in Georgia Yeah it's viscious out in Georgia takin pictures out in Georgia West still ain't movin but that n***a out in Georgia Get it straight I ain't a crook just ain't living by the book But tha head game known so these p**y n***a shook Get your diamond chain took just to find out it's fake So I let you buy it back before you pawn it any day Let you keep your pride ain't nobody got to know But you and I both know you went out like a ho Chi-town n***a say joe I say Cuz Is you friend or is you foe n***a speak your love Got these frail n***as mad They can't meet my plug Im greeting n***as with slugs Im greeting b**hes wit hugs Probably never get a chance if you meet me at a club But you can get dick when I feel like it It's a party in my bedroom your girlfriends invited I gotta her dikin' I bet she like it Swimming in her p**y like a muthaf**in' pirate Higher than the pilot I can't lift my eyelids Gun shots and sirens my backgrounds violent b**h I ain't the client Muthaf**in press Riding in tha reno duck tha muthaf**in' feds Put some numbas on your head like a f**ing helmet Still addicted to the money my n***a I can't help it Took a hot one in tha pelvis but I still ain't learn Why I gotta keep a heater every block I turn Stand tall and firm because im strong and black Breath easy p**y n***a catch an asthma attack Im livin like a movie need a plasma with that Where tha bad b**hes at with tha a**es that's fat And their a** all nice Looking like God kissed her and blessed her twice Might dress her in white jump tha broom and throw rice Yeah right f** a b**h is what I'm screaming to tha grave Look im married to tha mula hallelujah im paid The move that I made got my penthouse laid So try me like a square and get your kid house sprayed Late nights I pray dreamin of a million Now its all on tha way I see it you get the vision Just a rough transition, fore I put him out commission Rap n***as gay im just speaking my suspicions Play my position weighin work up in tha kitchen Sometimes tha bathroom is not just a rap tune Knock tha guts out like I do my cigarillo Stickin yella in my bedroom singing acappella like like she gettin closer to tha climax I f** them and replace them then erase them out my contacts Adressbook give em no heart Lotta fishs in tha water and im feeling like a shark feast up Im young and im active I got some sh** im tryna learn you can help me practice We study on the mattress that's where my cla** is Nothing but a t-shirt that's easy access She like me for my a**ets not what I possess So all I do is f** her work her out like a boflex Keep up with the progress Im young and im hopeless California weed only thing keeping me focused Gone!