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Jerome The Prince

Got Close

 

Got Close

(Album: Come Up Story, Pt. 2 - 2022)


Ay, a couple times man
I almost called it quits
But I couldn't 'cause I know that I'm the fucking shit
Getting famous 'cause the web, like I'm Peter Parker
Honestly I got more sauce than a pizza parlor, yeah
I swear this life shit crucial
I keep it G like the symbol of Google
I heard you spit some rhymes, dear god it was brutal
I'm here because I don't require anyone's approval except my own
Pad my homes with the skills boy
Not from Buffalo but I am all about my bills boy
Gotta step it up, I wanna a house up in the hills boy
Looking in my woman's eyes that's when I feel real joy
Looking in the eyes of my OP's I see tears
'Cause they know it's not fair, I am so rare
If they want a fuck it problem, I'll leave them beyond repair
Pockets getting fatter like they never take the stairs, huh

I almost gave up, I got close
I almost gave in, I got close
Some got this heart but not most
So I can't stop lacing these tracks with high flows
I almost gave up, I got close
I almost gave in, I got close
Some got this heart but not most
So I can't stop lacing these tracks with high flows

I'm back, you getting what you wishing for
Bitches know I can switch up and kick a vicious flow
I don't want that fame or the limelight
I just wanna spit my flames in a rhyme like, uh
I'm allergic to liars, I'm a wordsmith from hell, I am serving 'em fire
Turn up the track brother 'cause that shit slaps
Me against your favorite rapper is a mismatch
Watch your mouth, no mercy, you can't take that shit back
Y'all ain't real, y'all are actors the way your scripting
I stun on all y'all, I ain't a regular flexor
Tryna drain my energy but I'm Nikola Tesla
Ask me if I'm tripping
I'm nasty with the rings
I ain't slipping up, I'm different
Y'all are trashier than women selling ass in the streets
You won't last in the beef
Spit heat when I rap with every track I release

I almost gave up, I got close
I almost gave in, I got close
Some got this heart but not most
So I can't stop lacing these tracks with high flows
I almost gave up, I got close
I almost gave in, I got close
Some got this heart but not most
So I can't stop lacing these tracks with high flows

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