Closer to My Dreams Freestyle lyrics

[Verse]
Pourin' fives to the face, no, I cannot be your lame buddy
F&N Chananay just to stop all the mean muggin'
Quit the tough talkin', these n*ggas be butt hoggin'
Margiela fence hopper, really, what you wanna do?
The nerve of these kids, I got money that's longer than you
Closer to my dreams so I guess I'm gettin' higher
Everybody Deebo, huh? 'Til it's down goes Goliath
I been sippin' since the Mayans, silly n*gga, be quiet
Poured off a whole, almost lost my soul
Might beat the high speed chase but almost lost my goal
n*ggas wanna hate me, sheesh, but tryna steal my mojo
Shoot him 'til hе death, n*ggas sayin' I'm so-so
Evisu sweatsuit, beggin' ET to phonе home
The True Religion jeans and that belt is a no-go, Mister Solo
Came in this game with my own flow
This twenty-four K but n*ggas thinkin' it's rose gold
When I pass you better catch, listen to Tony Romo
Mister No free shows, Drakeo ain't with that free promo
Mister Moseley goin' cold so cuffin' me is a no-no
I'm a bozo, yes indeed, I'm a loco
We go all around the world, n*gga, Marco Polo
They like fasho' though, we know Drakeo, you like the stone folks
Any sense of the blasphemy, hangin' n*ggas from long ropes
Drakeo stop gassin', you done, not even no more, stupid
f*ck you n*ggas talkin' 'bout?
Don't need T-Pain on the remix to make you n*ggas walk it out
I'm a felon with a mic, I'm a felon with a pint
Quick to Roy Jones Junior, I told you these hands nice
Got all this cheese in my hands, these n*ggas know I can't stand mice
Think twice before you n*ggas try to step to me
Two-two-threes go through vests for all you deputies
Rob me? He high off heroin, even some ecstasy
Stop testin' me, you are not with all that flexin' sh*t
If I could write a movie I would re-create the exorcist
I'm excellent, hoes tellin' me I'm heaven-sent
Oops, that's the plug callin', hopefully the message sent
Ooh, they wanna hit me with the Suge
Give me mayday, man down before a n*gga think he could
Drakeo the bully breaker, rap life, I fully major
Killin' and feastin', I got the Tommy Gun with the apron
Drakeo, calm down, hell nah, man, these n*ggas fake
Walkin' through the jungle crushin' snakes in my Bathing Apes
Shoot you while the news present, you wanted to be famous
They major pain, snakes and fakes, gettin' money from day to day
This watch on my wrist apparently tells the day and date, ooh
Man, you n*ggas need to sit down
Snub nose on me and you can get the whole six rounds, clown
Now we lookin' for your b*tch now
I had to let Chanaynay sing, tell me how that b*tch sound, n*gga