Lyrics Close Curtains - Gatsby

Tell you the truth I couldn't lie in this booth
I testify like Tarahji my senses Common ironic
I took some time in my youth to appreciate the forgotten
Past legends plant the culture wet the block till we blossom
Bitches running off with every drop of gossip insightful
I seen some niggas switching roles on the scene on sight
Clout the currency currently stacking views and likes
But I ain't tripping off attention let em fiend for da light
Nah I ain't trippin off dem bitches they ain't leading the Way
Draining energy from reserves huntin dollars and days
A penny for thought my two cents and 3 dollar bills
She Gave me the gills she catfishishin spit on my eel
The coppers in and out we dip before they doggin our heels breathe
Over shoulders cold sweating over weekends in hell
Asleep in a cell with niggas down bad in the well
Might share a bunk with a shooter who got a story to tell
Let's intermission double checking if you ain't get the message
Everybody tryna be heard just need someone to Listen
Someone that care about em gassin
When they talkin they shit
Count on my dogs to pipe me up when I feel down in my pit
Cuz when I thought I lost it all was on my side like a bitch
The loyalty is guaranteed don't need a trade or a switch
Don't play no games with these niggas no I can't throw em no bones
Got skeletons in my closet why I'm the farthest From home I closed curtains

1 for the money 2 is for certain
These funny style niggas be clowning feel like a circus
While I'm around speaking through sounds voicing my purpose
The shadows make me nervous they watching I close curtains
1 for the money 2 is for certain
These funny style niggas be clowning feel like a circus
While I'm around speaking through sounds voicing my purpose
The shadows make me nervous they watching I close curtains
Uh look

Sunflower in a waffle cone I just got off the phone with sis like
When you comin home wish I could tell ya
Cuz I been reminiscing bout some places more familiar back
When niggas had the civic whippin doughnuts in the Winter
Wild summer said the boy who was born in July
Sophisticated southern nigga skipping vibes like rocks
I do my job like Pops attend school hard knocks
You ain't heard a better sermon in a verse since Pac
And I ain't had a better day since yesterday cuz everyday a blessing
It's just imaginary weight I had to bench press it
I can't even shop at the Champs cuz I been bigger steppin
They ain't using hands no more they grabbing bigger weapons
Shooters like spike lee Stephen Curry with Mac 11
Would've got the 30 but like the sound of his automatics clapping
Round of applause believing what you thought or you saw
Cuz what you see is only half the truth the rest of it lost
In translation they been selling rerock
The population goin crazy watchin from the treetops
You see cops I see some killers don't talk to me bout ya feelings
I promise don't give a fuck no shade got hella Melanin
Black on every side mos deffly got intelligence
Respect money family and faith
The rest irrelevant I'm tryna put my niggas on to better things the best of it
Cuz life too unpredictable to waste it on Some reckless shiii closin em

1 for the money 2 is for certain
These funny style niggas be clowning feel like a circus
While I'm around speaking through sounds voicing my purpose
The shadows make me nervous they watching I close curtains
1 for the money 2 is for certain
These funny style niggas be clowning feel like a circus
While I'm around speaking through sounds voicing my purpose
The shadows make me nervous they watching I close curtains