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closer to my dreams - 23rcb lyrics

verse 1:
fast money all i wanted since a kid i ran to it took some foreign language classes bag talk i speak fluent
dirty glock in my amiris n*gga try tah sn*tch something only gang around the spot i don’t f*ck with the crash dummies
remember way back when i bought my first sack in the 9th grade paid 200 for that one pack
but my uncle took that
threw 300 for that
you ain’t gotta grow too fast these streets ain’t where you need to be at
thats some real sh*t
but me being me
at that age ain’t wanna hear it
told him how i made a k!llin chip bags with dubs in it
lookin out for older n*ggas see 12 i stash the weapons
dirty glocks couple westons
went to school with one on me
n*ggas tried to jump the kid
that bl!ckly made n*ggas think
gone catch hollow then a halo
with no chance to even blink
n*ggas realized they position so they didn’t reach the tee
well them n*ggas at that time
some other n*ggas had to see
put the call in ona n*gga
saw his og on tv 1*800 speak what
i thought dawg was really street
young dawg claimed hard
big steppin what he was reppin
in the end you just a thought all that talkin got you in heaven aye
or h*ll
wherever cuz ended up
learn to leave n*ggas alone
this stick will leave you stuck aye
nightmares i won’t live to reach a certain age
wrote my life ona beat page after page
found some peace and a purpose but these streets ain’t the place but ironically thats the area i feel safe
it took my daddy from me
my unky
my bestfriend
but thats still hood
i just hate them hoes that got my mans
man death to them n*ggas hope they all die
heard one dropped and the other one is paralyzed
i gotta bullet for every tear that my family cried
i gotta gang that’ll turn yo block into columbine
b*tch
best believe you gone feel this sh*t huh
all the years i had to feel this sh*t huh
i’m out here lost and alone and sh*t
thats why i’m stuck to darius don’t ever leave me b*tch aye
it get hard for a
young black n*gga
who ain’t got no one to show him the way
my mama worried its gone hurt to see her boy in a cage
i done
been there done that ain’t gonna see that again
rare for me to open up i wrote this song in the rain
family women and my grind contributed to my pain
i can’t f*ck with these lil n*ggas cause shady and lame
i been crossed a couple times never will be the same
showin love will get you hurt…
even worst
have you gettin laid to rest…
in yo he*rs*
i stay cold to a b*tch make that ass keep her distance
i been hurt in the past i can’t show no one commitment
tortured soul how my granny said i’m livin
white faces tryna lock the whole gang down in prison
i was raised as one but i can’t say that i’ma christian
i know somewhere there’s a god
but it ain’t what ppl feedin
i ain’t supposed to be alive let alone be free
not supposed up
and gettin close to my dreams
but i am and got support that’ll leave a n*gga weak
so its clear thats someone watchin over me
and i thank you
don’t give up and keep progressing me
keep me grounded keep a n*gga thinkin humbly
don’t give up and keep progressing me
keep me grounded keep a n*gga thinkin humbly
don’t give up and keep progressing me
keep me grounded keep a n*gga thinkin humbly
don’t give up and keep progressing me
keep me grounded keep a n*gga thinkin humbly

- 23rcb lyrics

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