Oh! Yeah!

Oh! Oh!

[Chorus]

So close

Your ain’t where we are

So close

With no cigar

So close

You ain’t up to par

So close

You’re against the odds 2x

[VERSE I]

You’re looking at a man

Not taught much, mostly, but self-tutored

Learn by mistakes. Life got no help through it

Most of my years on this earth. I felt clueless

My first steps went through the floor, and I fell through it

Since day one spent my life in the hole

When Pops lost his soul, I lost all types of control

Became a man definitely the motto life is short

Live for today. Who knows when you’ll need life support

To keep a breath in us. I pledge trust

In God but didn’t memorize verses from the Exodus

So, I don’t know if my soul will lift

Up and rise to the pearly gates when I go stiff

That’s why I smoke spiffs

Stroke chicks and chase doe

Denero. Blazes the road for the pay so

I’m not prepared to stay where the gates glow

Until I make doe or make my cursor

Like change clothes

[Chorus]

So close

Your ain’t where we are

So close

With no cigar

So close

You ain’t up to par

So close

You’re against the odds 2x

[VERSE II]

The only thing that matters nowadays is if you’re caking

So, I play the block and make it pop like shrimps and bacon

Your bitch gave me top and told the flock we had relations

But now I get more cracks like a chiropractor-patient

But I’ve been a Pimp like C, so this ain’t nothing new

Just something to do so watch these birds land in the coup

While you standing on that corner with a gram in your boot

With a false record sale deal, you’re still tryna recoup

I’ve been nice, my flow is flawless like the cuts in the ice

Off your head for bread with your coolant water and ice

For these wack cats lemme back-track

That means crack niggas rap minds

Brand new Cadillac and some scratch

My niggas back with a pack. It ends up on your strip

Cause we take the blocks back like they’re Indian gift

Got a fiend name JJ said the work’s dynamite

And every night cop four hard and two of the white

[Chorus]

So close

Your ain’t where we are

So close

With no cigar

So close

You ain’t up to par

So close

You’re against the odds 2x

[VERSE III]

Institutionalized with demolition eyes

Panelized for crimping the prime sign naturalized

Yup! Look in the magazine

And what it seems to be, everybody wanna be a G

I hear ‘em talking about nines and putting homies in the grave

Steels they’re packing ‘em. I just do this shit for platinum

Meet! A nigga proud to be full of deceit

What he made in a month

Was like a bag of blunts

How many niggas have been taken to the cell blocks

Pulling triggers at the cops like they’re jump shots

You couldn’t get a job now you’re robbing

You’re mobbing. Heard them sirens

Get away to keep striving

A nigga’s gotta hustle and shit

In the struggle and shit

Ongoing double trouble and shit

You keep talking it. Stuck in it

Niggas be fronting with packed clips they’re unfortunate

[Chorus]

So close

Your ain’t where we are

So close

With no cigar

So close

You ain’t up to par

So close

You’re against the odds 4x

Yeah!