Lyrics So Below - Napier Quinn

They say that as above it's so below
I wonder how that story gonna go
From prop guns and fake smoke
We lock eyes with laced rope

Close to Heaven, Closer to God
Imperfect picture my paint is a little flawed
Fake phony ya colors a little off
Guess people do anything for applause

Close to redemption, close to givin it all
Close to losin if I ever get involved
Close to freedom, closer to Eden
Close to pushin the button give me a reason
Speakin on anything that bother me
Obstacles in my path, overcame the Odyssey
Trojan horses they gon rob and still endorse ya
Picasso they own portrait, face value distorted
Flyin off the lotus for the sport of it
Third eye, divine 2020 triple 9
Left handed dap become a dagger in the spine
No surprise, ice cold knives behind yo eyes

Close to Heaven, Closer to God
Imperfect picture my paint is a little flawed
Fake phony ya colors a little off
Guess people do anything for applause

Slayin all my demons and boy imma leave em leakin
Can't let my dreams stay scattered right on the cement
Pressure building my back breakin the trap shakin
All hands on deck achin, no macarena
Practice patience and never gettin complacent
Started at the bottom already feel I made it
Stay consistent, and never succumb to rumors
Glenda fightin for life, heart sank she got a tumor
Darkest times, this lil light gon shine through em
I'm only human, why I feel like i've been ruined
Gold heart turned cold when I was low
I'm heatin up Hell's Kitchen you strapped to the stove
Fear i'm closer to Killmonger than Tchalla
Fear i'm close to makin waves without a harbor
Fear i'm close to catchin fades without a barber
Fear i'm close to a legacy that'll haunt ya