You'd better think twice and beware
Ain't been feeling myself as of lately
I got tunnel vision
This rap shit religion
Leave you shaking
And quaking like Haiti
There's about eighty crimes I ain't paid for
Eyes like I do lines on the dance floor
Or rather in prison
They study my bars
No permission
They cannot afford the tuition
Been watching my diction
I weave words together, nonfiction
I'm miles away
I'm still blasting down doors
All calculated, no TI-84
And this nigga wont stop till he sated
You think I got time for you niggas
Bitch I barely got time for my kindred
Shit feeling real different right now
When a nigga been acting belligerent
Cause you know that you gotta stay vigilant
For the smoke
Don't get close
To a hoe that wont ride
If that bitch wont pop shells
You should lay down and die
And I got a four five at my side
And we partners in crime
Ain't no Bonnie and Clyde, hoe
Not brawny you know that I'm straight, though
You see how my brothers congenital
And I got too much room on this pedestal
If you great, you alone at the top
Watch me drown that shit out with some decibels
Till the day that I'm counting my decimals
Best stay away, don't get close hoe
Masked man on the warpath, yeah
All of you niggas collateral
Too shook for a bloodbath, yeah
That's why all you niggas act vaginal
They say watch my tongue
Like my canines retractable
Niggas talk shit till I
Run all their capital
Actual lies in subliminal rhymes
Imma say it straight these niggas be laughable
Mask on the face feeling blasphemous
Antagonist
Don't think its bashfulness
I'm a god
If you see me that's hazardous
Kinda odd
How I rise up like Lazarus
My nigga
You don't know what tragic is
Till you all black and blue
Like the Mavericks
My rhymes
They all twisted like Catholics
It's like magic my word-flow be automatic
Bitch I rap in italics
Gotta make sure that you feeling my status
Say they got money, they're sounding dramatic
Hardest alive when my dick is on flaccid
They lacking the talent, eyes down when you pass us
Cairo - Close to Me Lyrics
Cairo - Close to Me Lyrics
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English
You'd better think twice and beware
Ain't been feeling myself as of lately
I got tunnel vision
This rap shit religion
Leave you shaking
And quaking like Haiti
There's about eighty crimes I ain't paid for
Eyes like I do lines on the dance floor
Or rather in prison
They study my bars
No permission
They cannot afford the tuition
Been watching my diction
I weave words together, nonfiction
I'm miles away
I'm still blasting down doors
All calculated, no TI-84
And this nigga wont stop till he sated
You think I got time for you niggas
Bitch I barely got time for my kindred
Shit feeling real different right now
When a nigga been acting belligerent
Cause you know that you gotta stay vigilant
For the smoke
Don't get close
To a hoe that wont ride
If that bitch wont pop shells
You should lay down and die
And I got a four five at my side
And we partners in crime
Ain't no Bonnie and Clyde, hoe
Not brawny you know that I'm straight, though
You see how my brothers congenital
And I got too much room on this pedestal
If you great, you alone at the top
Watch me drown that shit out with some decibels
Till the day that I'm counting my decimals
Best stay away, don't get close hoe
Masked man on the warpath, yeah
All of you niggas collateral
Too shook for a bloodbath, yeah
That's why all you niggas act vaginal
They say watch my tongue
Like my canines retractable
Niggas talk shit till I
Run all their capital
Actual lies in subliminal rhymes
Imma say it straight these niggas be laughable
Mask on the face feeling blasphemous
Antagonist
Don't think its bashfulness
I'm a god
If you see me that's hazardous
Kinda odd
How I rise up like Lazarus
My nigga
You don't know what tragic is
Till you all black and blue
Like the Mavericks
My rhymes
They all twisted like Catholics
It's like magic my word-flow be automatic
Bitch I rap in italics
Gotta make sure that you feeling my status
Say they got money, they're sounding dramatic
Hardest alive when my dick is on flaccid
They lacking the talent, eyes down when you pass us
Ain't been feeling myself as of lately
I got tunnel vision
This rap shit religion
Leave you shaking
And quaking like Haiti
There's about eighty crimes I ain't paid for
Eyes like I do lines on the dance floor
Or rather in prison
They study my bars
No permission
They cannot afford the tuition
Been watching my diction
I weave words together, nonfiction
I'm miles away
I'm still blasting down doors
All calculated, no TI-84
And this nigga wont stop till he sated
You think I got time for you niggas
Bitch I barely got time for my kindred
Shit feeling real different right now
When a nigga been acting belligerent
Cause you know that you gotta stay vigilant
For the smoke
Don't get close
To a hoe that wont ride
If that bitch wont pop shells
You should lay down and die
And I got a four five at my side
And we partners in crime
Ain't no Bonnie and Clyde, hoe
Not brawny you know that I'm straight, though
You see how my brothers congenital
And I got too much room on this pedestal
If you great, you alone at the top
Watch me drown that shit out with some decibels
Till the day that I'm counting my decimals
Best stay away, don't get close hoe
Masked man on the warpath, yeah
All of you niggas collateral
Too shook for a bloodbath, yeah
That's why all you niggas act vaginal
They say watch my tongue
Like my canines retractable
Niggas talk shit till I
Run all their capital
Actual lies in subliminal rhymes
Imma say it straight these niggas be laughable
Mask on the face feeling blasphemous
Antagonist
Don't think its bashfulness
I'm a god
If you see me that's hazardous
Kinda odd
How I rise up like Lazarus
My nigga
You don't know what tragic is
Till you all black and blue
Like the Mavericks
My rhymes
They all twisted like Catholics
It's like magic my word-flow be automatic
Bitch I rap in italics
Gotta make sure that you feeling my status
Say they got money, they're sounding dramatic
Hardest alive when my dick is on flaccid
They lacking the talent, eyes down when you pass us
Writer: Daekwon Miller
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Hipgnosis Songs Group