COMING CLOSE
(Verse 1)
Scared of dying young
God got me until I'm done, I swear I am the one
Coming out the 8, I swear I do this shit for fun
Momma said the summer mine, so how much does it costs
I got funds yea & I'm sippin' don
Fuckin' on a jawn
Look what I become
Dad look at ya son
Ain't no more motels no
We got stories I'll tell ya
We be in the field, I ain't talkin' NFL no

(Chorus)
Mobbin' after dark , stomp the yard
Shootouts in the park
Granny say she see the light in me and I should let it spark
Honestly I love the weed nd company lil mama bring
But she steady trippin' if she thinkin' Imma fucking sing
Google me, Safari me, Man fuck it you can even bing
(Verse 2)
I be playin' games no Atari, nigga watchu you think
I been talkin' to these barbies more than I do wit my shrink
Drop the pin, she know wassup
Purple in my double cup, thumb inside her fuckin' butt
That's ya girl then she a slut
Imma dog not talkin' mutts
Rocky Tyson in the cut
You don't know me
Mind ya business, why you always tryna front
Shawty wildin' for respect
Outside the haussmans, tryna flex
We at dinner tables, wit some innovators
Wassup next
Tuck the napkin in my shirt
Act like I ain't from the dirt, act like I don't know my worth
Labels say they like me first, I ain't tryna sign unless they get my momma outta work
I ain't tryna sign unless they get my dad a fuckin' vert
I'm the youngest nigga out here puttin' beats inside a fuckin' hearse

(Chorus)
Still got it for the low
10 bens for a show
Two bands and I'll flow
Money talk I don't
Got some hoes yea
Nigga lemme boast
Comin' close
You ain't comin' close
Take a pic
I won't ever post
You won't ever know
(Verse 3)
I get to the bag I run it
You cannot brag cuz I done it
Got the weed by abundance
Palm trees bring the sun in
I been on my bully
Niggas actin to fully
I'll really smack a rapper, think I give a fuck none of this matters
Small talk, fuck chatter
Makin' hits no batter
Take ya bitch I had her
Stripped down
Uh huh
No sounds
Nuh huh