Cleaning My Closet

(альбом: Graduated From The Streets 2 - 2019)

Yeah, uh
Nigga turned dirt into diamonds, you know what I'm sayin'?
Uh, let's get it
Real shit

Can't question God about this life, I guess a nigga gotta live it
By any means necessary, gotta get it
Soon as you ice out the watch, watch how the time go by
It was clutching on his thigh soon as that car drove by
Gotta separate the workers from the bosses
With the streets, it's up and downs, you gon' take losses
Gotta critique how I be moving, get 'em off it
Steady fighting all my demons, cleaning my closet

They ain't seen what I seen so we ain't on the same level
I don't know what time it is, it's too much ice inside this bezel
I just counted 20k while I was eating Fruity Pebbles
Niggas capping when they rapping, I be really with them steppers
Twenty four hours, money and the power
I grew up inside the slums where they serve that powder
Nine pints of lean, nigga champagne showers
And we claiming everything but them hoes is ours
That money machine, we broke it
Gotta stay on it and focused
What I got inside my pockets, I can buy a Lotus
When you got 'em all this water, you can't go unnoticed
I been betrayed, I been crossed, man them niggas bogus

Can't question God about this life, I guess a nigga gotta live it
By any means necessary, gotta get it
Soon as you ice out the watch, watch how the time go by
It was clutching on his thigh soon as that car drove by
Gotta separate the workers from the bosses
With the streets, it's up and downs, you gon' take losses
Gotta critique how I be moving, get 'em off it
Steady fighting all my demons, cleaning my closet

Niggas gotta watch how they be moving cause they dropping
It's fucked up when you see your mans in a coffin
I could never be a worker cause I always been the boss type
The money speak for itself, I never been the floss type
Reminiscing in a Bentley and the seats came all white
Nights I couldn't sleep, I used to stay up all night
Leave this other pack, I tell my niggas "Yeah, it's alright"
You can't play with opps, you see your opps and it be on sight
Lit up like them Christmas lights
Niggas having pistol fights
If you grew up like I grew up, then your future don't look bright
We was looking up to dope boys, wasn't looking up to Mike
Now a nigga getting paid just for picking up a mic

Can't question God about this life, I guess a nigga gotta live it
By any means necessary, gotta get it
Soon as you ice out the watch, watch how the time go by
It was clutching on his thigh soon as that car drove by
Gotta separate the workers from the bosses
With the streets, it's up and downs, you gon' take losses
Gotta critique how I be moving, get 'em off it
Steady fighting all my demons, cleaning my closet