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Closer Than Most
What's Gucci my ni***? What's Louis my killa?
I feel like I can't follow in nobody footstep
Getting GuWop
(You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga)
Young ni***, young ni***, pop pills, make mills, young ni***
Young ni***, young ni***, young ni***, young ni***
I think I'm ‘bout to lose it man
Said I'm ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't f*** with y'all ‘cause you niggas lame
Said I'm ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I'm ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Still-a in that trap getting GuWop
Out the sewer, now my crib the size of Cuba
I be riding around with that blocka
We them Brick Squad, ask Flocka
Versace shit, Silk The Shocker
Coulda been San Quentin on lock
But I two'd up that ghost
I stack two floors that loaf
I be floor seats by that coach, I be fight seats by that rope
Lately so sick I could vomit, Gin with no tonic
Cheat on my bitch, you know I'm dishonest
But I'm just a product of my environment
Young ni***, young ni***
Pop pills, make mills young ni***
Got wrist, stay trill young ni***
Still talking that, still young ni***
And I ain't ever lose the chain
And shawty head stupid man
I think I'm ‘bout to lose it man
Said I'm ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't f*** with y'all ‘cause you niggas lame
Said I'm ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I'm ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
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Get down or lay down
Shoot everything up but a school or a playground
Run shit like a Greyhound
I'm in here, now who let the Devil in?
I ain't been taking my medicine
My trigger finger ain't never been hesitant
I am your ruler, no measurements
You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my ni***
Cash Money ‘til I die, even if I go broke, I still wouldn't beg to differ
I'm off papers, I heart paper
No sharp paper, better get the point
‘Cause I'm point-shaven with a sharp razor
Get buck like a horse stable
Too street smart, I'm a geek, I put my niggas on they feet
So if we fall it be that lean, that make a ni*** fall asleep
I can't see none of you niggas, and I can see the future man
Where you going? I'm ‘bout to go Tunechi man
I think I'm ‘bout to lose it man
Said I'm ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't f*** with y'all ‘cause you niggas lame
Said I'm ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I'm ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant
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