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doughboyz cashout - closer to my dreams lyrics

[intro]
doughboyz cashout, 2676
you know what it is n-gga, until the world blow
what up mook?
let’s get it
what up blane, pay?
come on

[verse: doughboy roc]
sometimes this fast money, be coming too slow
i’ve been tryna win the race, seems like i’m running too slow
everyday i’m strapped up, can’t get caught slipping
and a n-gga so stressed that he always drinking
and a n-gga so high that he always thinking
n-ggas be so high that he always thinking
tryna come up with a strategy to come up mathematically
when you fall off, everything change drastically
used to drink white now it’s brown, nino
pocket change probably about a grand, real
i’m tryna come up, maybe pocket a mill’ or two
i’m far from perfect, i done popped a pill or two
i done hit a l1ck or two, a girl ain’t gonna stick with you
she gonna find a richer boo, yeah she gonna dip on you
not because you don’t love her or you don’t know how to treat her
but you keep it moving, make her a believer
get that two-seater, and set it on the shines
[?] p-ss her real slow, banging [?]
i’m like trey and drake, i just wanna be successful
life a b-tch, if you happen to sneeze she wouldn’t bless you
she wouldn’t help you, you gotta be self-motivated
and when you make it to the top, they gonna be hurt you made it
stay down or come up
stay strapped, run up
you lose and get your -ss murked
conclusion, n-ggas getting shirts
reminiscing, pouring liquor out
look at the bigger picture, i can’t leave amanda
and i can’t leave shironda, plus i can’t leave gin0ba
my daddy raised a soldier, so if it’s me or you then it gotta be you
a n-gga tryna rob roc, then he taking the view
they say revenge is a sin but in the streets it’s a must
i used to go ot with crack and pills on the bus
tryna get my bread up so i can come back and splurge
ever since eigth grade, i’ve had a way with these words
i done did a lot of sh-t, i’m kind of feeling like a veteran homie
i just wanna make it big and speak my testimony
n-ggas say i’m good, but i ain’t good where i’m at
i just wanna feed my fam, put my hood on the map
the d a jungle and i’m through it like i’m tarzan
phone doing numbers, stacking like a mad man
the streets judge on what you got not what you had man
i came a long way, used to hand to hand with fiends
picked up the mic, now i’m closer to my dreams
no lie, real talk, i spit the truth on these beats
and if this rapping don’t work, i’m still off in these streets
to them haters sending shots at us, i’m headed your way
got our city on our back with no radio play
dj’s tryna ho’ us, they don’t show us no love
so when you see us in the streets ain’t no ‘w-ssup cuz’
now i laugh at them n-ggas who thought they was ahead of me
that gangster sh-t run in my veins, check my pedigree
get money, they act funny that’s how the chatter be
extendo poking out of the t, that’s what you better see
get your -ss dropped quick, roc got them hands
but i’ll whip that pistol out, pop you and your mans
hop in the whip and hit gas, now you on the sh-t bag
with cheese on your head like a nacho
call my goons, you going pr-nto
yeah i’m stacking for security
it’s all about security at shows, iced the photo with no security
still taking bucks with your maturity
downtown plotting, tryna take a n-gga’ jewelry
i ain’t knocked the hustles, i’ve been through the struggles
but if you run up on me, i ain’t boosting, i’ma bust you
these n-ggas talk like b-tches and these b-tches f-ck like n-ggas
you think she want you for you but want you for your figures
but that’s fine and dandy, i got her out her panties
she acting like she love me, she deserve a grammy
i just want some s-x, then i’m on to the next
stick on my lap, so her man is not a threat
never really worry, plus like robert horry
i remember back when i k!lled him with the [?] at the mall
pulling number, scared to call a hoe
k!lled him at the basketball game, plus the auto show
take you back down memory lane
when we was the only young n-ggas in the city with frames

[outro]
’05, ’06 n-gga, we been out here a long time
we gonna keep doing this sh-t, f-ck ya’ll hating -ss n-ggas, p-ssy

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