DR. AMA - So Close lyrics

rate me

Yeah, it must of been the money

Cooking reverands and Q sevens

We were so close

Cooking cash, had niggas moving too fast

Thinking it's how we chase bread, pursuit ass

G life, that's how we both give it up

Ass butt cash, see ten live it up

Go against the grain, for his blood stain the pavement

Mental enslavement, send motivated

Q for your purple haze, gin motivated

But then slowly hatred, poison our thugs

Miss trust cause in our force, damn

We were so close, no room for infiltrators

No room for haters, now doom confiscate us

View change, Henny got me thinking you change

Hang with new niggas in your new blue range

Envy us, yes, that's a wrizzy, put an end to us

Next time I see you, best believe my little friend to bust

Fuck our past homey, a sand in the hour glass, homey

Move with your gun and act like you know me

What, move with your gun and act like you know me

The dream, pushing hundred thousand dollar cars

Prada, antique, life like ghetto stars

Patron, twisting kush up in cigars

We were so close, but yet so far

So now we on the block like Dikembee

Son, I cross the street trynna flash a couple Benzi's

Son, from up the block he cousins with little Timmy

He coming round my way, trying to front like my strip empty

Don't care who your family be, he showing off a long Tammy seed

We gon' catch 'em slipping like bananas be

Right before he peel off, I be right back

Butter pass the steel off, we gon' get it sealed off

Get the bandana work, remember this is broad day

Hurry up, he ain't gone be here all day

I'm good money, we good, let's get our dough up

Hold up, that's when the black Cadillac rolled up

Soon as they leave, young buck is finished

I'm trying to see who in it, but the whole truck tinted

It's been like ten minutes, I'm getting a little impatient

Whoever in that truck out to get it, I ain't playing

And whoever getting between my paper

I'm bout to do it now, we can talk about it later

I ran over, hand over the jammer

I saw his girl, homey, you look a little familiar

Forget the small talk, run ya pockets and your jewelry

Take it all off, ain't your name 'More Dough'?

That's a negative, and tell your peoples be cool

Before they cheddarless, don't try to make a better brick

Turn my back, jogging off, pocket full of shine

Next thing you know, feel something hot up in my spine

The rental in the street, I dropped in the yellow lines

And couldn't even turn my back to look behind

I was so close