Closer Than Close Nipsey Hussle
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[Intro]
(Mixed Trap DotCom)
You know a nigga like me tend to keep 'em at arms distance length (Closer than most)
I'll give you that, you got a lil' bit closer, but, you know (I just see so much in you)
Yeah (And I want a better view)
Finna take you back around, like, '98, '99, you know (I want to look deeper into you, yeah)
Slauson Boy
[Verse 1]
Yeah, let's take it back then, when it was crackin'
We probably took your 10-speed and jacked your mags then
One on the handlebars and one on the pegs
Obituary pictures, I miss 'em, them niggas dead now (Let's get—)
We used to fail tests, we used to steal chirps
We used to smoke stress, we used to sell work
Nigga, you're too cool for school, you ain't no fuckin' fool (Let's get—)
You ain't gon' stay broke for long like them suckers do
That's when my moms trip, she told me, "Kick rocks"
My granny told me I could stay, that's when the shit popped
Rarely I came home, mostly I'm in the streets (Let's get—)
Livin' with bitches I'm fuckin', bouncin' between the sheets (Let's get—)
I hit a house lick, I got a lil' change
I bought a gold chain, a lil' cocaine
Focused my mind now, got on the grind now (Let's get—)
I bought a bucket, a Cutlass, fuck it, it's mine now (Let's get—)
(Mixed Trap DotCom)
You know a nigga like me tend to keep 'em at arms distance length (Closer than most)
I'll give you that, you got a lil' bit closer, but, you know (I just see so much in you)
Yeah (And I want a better view)
Finna take you back around, like, '98, '99, you know (I want to look deeper into you, yeah)
Slauson Boy
[Verse 1]
Yeah, let's take it back then, when it was crackin'
We probably took your 10-speed and jacked your mags then
One on the handlebars and one on the pegs
Obituary pictures, I miss 'em, them niggas dead now (Let's get—)
We used to fail tests, we used to steal chirps
We used to smoke stress, we used to sell work
Nigga, you're too cool for school, you ain't no fuckin' fool (Let's get—)
You ain't gon' stay broke for long like them suckers do
That's when my moms trip, she told me, "Kick rocks"
My granny told me I could stay, that's when the shit popped
Rarely I came home, mostly I'm in the streets (Let's get—)
Livin' with bitches I'm fuckin', bouncin' between the sheets (Let's get—)
I hit a house lick, I got a lil' change
I bought a gold chain, a lil' cocaine
Focused my mind now, got on the grind now (Let's get—)
I bought a bucket, a Cutlass, fuck it, it's mine now (Let's get—)
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