Listen to Closer 2 My Dreams by Nu Devenchy

Closer 2 My Dreams

Nu Devenchy

Hip-Hop/Rap

4 Shazams

Lyrics

Yea I'm just tryna get closer to my muhfuckin dream nigga It's the muhfuckin vision this year My time comin and I'm dead close Guaranteed that Ima make it that's because I said so Had tah grind and put in work just to get these red soles Please don't bring me flowers when I'm curled up like a dead rose I swear tah god I've been through shit that cudda ruined me So immune tah snakes so all you fakes ain't nothin new tah me VV's I'm my jewelry ain't nobody cool as me You gon get beat brutally if you come through on foolery Niggas out here too lame I just copped a foreign in dat new lane Use to rockin one now I got two chains Ain't talkin to dem people we don't do thangs like that Still be callin porn wishin he call right back And I been reminiscing got me missing ice black couple crabs in a barrel Niggas caught inside a trap Ion want no co-defendants niggas movin like some rats So I be movin on da low low you won't catch me in no photos If you see me I be dolo standing solid on my ten toe I will Neva fold that's ah no na no I gotta grind And get this doe cuz that's all I kno And free capo I gotta put some bread into his commissary That's my day one like da first day of January Ima show love tah my niggas some in ah cemetery only time I get to see they face is on obituary Streets is getting scary niggas shootin for a name Niggas out here chasing clout for a lil bit of fame Lost my youngins to the streets cuz we ain't school em to the game Quick tah pass these niggas ratchet tell em go and put in pain Shit a shame tah see my youngins throw they life down the drain It's like a neva endin cycle no one breaking these chains I gotta grind till I put the whole hood on a plane Gotta do it for my city shit is bigger than gang I really starved on these streets I found a job in these streets I use tah mob in these streets did it all so I cud eat And if you ever switched up I hope you neva need us So many niggas catchin bullets like they wide receiver And it be the same ones ain't feed us be the ones that tryna reach us Bitches turnt tah eaters once they heard me in they speaker Use to trap fa sneakers now I'm gettin paid off features Went to school tah learn but bout the streets they coudn't teach us We was out there hustlin fuck livin off the government Trappin seem like thee only option when you be strugglin A lot ah niggas out here really feds on da low I keep my friend all at a distance neva let em get close And ain't no tellin wen that beef end The opposition out there creepin They just wait until you sleepin just tah try tah come get even That's why we posted up on defense floatin in that deep end Ship ain't neva sankin Yea yea
Writer(s): Devon Pinnock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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