Closer To My Dreams

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[Intro] Doughboyz Cashout, 2676 You know what it is nigga, until the world blow What up Mook? Let's get it What up Blane, Pay? Come on [Verse: Doughboy Roc] Sometimes this fast money, be coming too slow I've been tryna win the race, seems like I'm running too slow Everyday I'm strapped up, can't get caught slipping And a nigga so stressed that he always drinking And a nigga so high that he always thinking Niggas be so high that he always thinking Tryna come up with a strategy to come up mathematically When you fall off, everything change drastically Used to drink white now it's brown, Nino Pocket change probably about a grand, real I'm tryna come up, maybe pocket a mill' or two I'm far from perfect, I done popped a pill or two I done hit a lick or two, a girl ain't gonna stick with you She gonna find a richer boo, yeah she gonna dip on you Not because you don't love her or you don't know how to treat her But you keep it moving, make her a believer Get that two-seater, and set it on the shines [?] pass her real slow, banging [?] I'm like Trey and Drake, I just wanna be successful Life a bitch, if you happen to sneeze she wouldn't bless you She wouldn't help you, you gotta be self-motivated And when you make it to the top, they gonna be hurt you made it Stay down or come up Stay strapped, run up You lose and get your ass murked Conclusion, niggas getting shirts Reminiscing, pouring liquor out Look at the bigger picture, I can't leave Amanda And I can't leave Shironda, plus I can't leave Ginoba My daddy raised a soldier, so if it's me or you then it gotta be you A nigga tryna rob Roc, then he taking the view They say revenge is a sin but in the streets it's a must I used to go OT with crack and pills on the bus Tryna get my bread up so I can come back and splurge Ever since eigth grade, I've had a way with these words I done did a lot of shit, I'm kind of feeling like a veteran homie I just wanna make it big and speak my testimony Niggas say I'm good, but I ain't good where I'm at I just wanna feed my fam, put my hood on the map The D a jungle and I'm through it like I'm Tarzan Phone doing numbers, stacking like a mad man The streets judge on what you got not what you had man I came a long way, used to hand to hand with fiends Picked up the mic, now I'm closer to my dreams No lie, real talk, I spit the truth on these beats And if this rapping don't work, I'm still off in these streets To them haters sending shots at us, I'm headed your way Got our city on our back with no radio play DJ's tryna ho' us, they don't show us no love So when you see us in the streets ain't no 'Wassup cuz' Now I laugh at them niggas who thought they was ahead of me That gangster shit run in my veins, check my pedigree Get money, they act funny that's how the chatter be Extendo poking out of the T, that's what you better see Get your ass dropped quick, Roc got them hands But I'll whip that pistol out, pop you and your mans Hop in the whip and hit gas, now you on the shit bag With cheese on your head like a nacho Call my goons, you going pronto Yeah I'm stacking for security It's all about security at shows, iced the photo with no security Still taking bucks with your maturity Downtown plotting, tryna take a nigga' jewelry I ain't knocked the hustles, I've been through the struggles But if you run up on me, I ain't boosting, I'ma bust you These niggas talk like bitches and these bitches fuck like niggas You think she want you for you but want you for your figures But that's fine and dandy, I got her out her panties She acting like she love me, she deserve a Grammy I just want some sex, then I'm on to the next Stick on my lap, so her man is not a threat Never really worry, plus like Robert Horry I remember back when I killed him with the [?] at the mall Pulling number, scared to call a hoe Killed him at the basketball game, plus the auto show Take you back down memory lane When we was the only young niggas in the city with frames [Outro] '05, '06 nigga, we been out here a long time We gonna keep doing this shit, fuck ya'll hating ass niggas, pussy
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- Doughboy Roc