Текст песни Closest 2 Kin - Looney Poon

Ayee niggas show they true colors when that money involved
Cuz it aint too many problems that that money can't solve
On all ten I'm feelin' like Zion in the Paint
They had a lot of jokes to tell but now I laugh to the bank
No we can't send em' through the mail because them packages stank
I watch these pussies stand still as I climb through the ranks
Free my nigga lil' van I know he sharpenin' shanks
And I got switches for the ones thinkin' its something it aint
It took times and days of being patient
Trappin' out of vacants tryna make my moves latent
Never dropped the ball and I aint never made a statement
When you see me countin' bread the only time you see me cakin'
It might come off that I sound mad
But where the fuck was yall man yall knew I was down bad
So tell me why you really feel the need to keep contact
Got automatics with me niggas ready for combat
That pistol in my pocket you aint know cuz its compact
I fuck around and put the barrel right where his mind at
Tell the label come correct or else I can't sign that
My niggas made a killin' shit they juggin' of chime app

Aye wait a second lemme slow it down
We in this for the long run it's just a quarter mile
The trap jumpin' like McDonald's we got quarter pounds
This glock a turn a nigga over like he out of bounds
I got a rental ridin' rovers when I'm out of town
I can't kick it with these niggas I'm like Charlie Brown
Tell me why I'm feelin' righteous when I'm living foul
Tell me why I'm livin' righteous when I uhh
Model bitch she Coca Cola watch she crack a smile
Take a pack hit it with Lac send it to Idlewild
And if the junkies love that batch then Imma stay a while
Yeah Imma student of the game but I can't play around
Huh Glade trash bags full of hashtags
Talkin bout them pounds if you got it come and cash that
Mask on while I'm whippin' like it's hazmat
I get to clappin' at these niggas like the last act
Huh big on respect that's the way I was raised
I need them chips I'm in my bag word to Frito and Lays
I aint even seen my daughter been trappin' for days
Daddy miss you I been caught up in traffic with plays
Huh shit aint been the same since my granny died
Devil talkin' to me got me plottin' niggas homicide
I seen my first dead body I was traumatized
But now I feel like I done see that shit a 1,000 times
Shit I feel like I done rapped about a 1,000 lines
Yeah they didn't even see me comin' like the crowd was blind
Huh said I was done but I'm at it again
In these streets where they separate boys from the men
We can't catch you then we murkin' the closest to kin
My shooter sober cuz he gotta be focused to spin
Huh my shooter sober cuz he gotta be focused to spin