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g.t. - closer to my goals lyrics

[intro]
yeah
that money counter music
(h+lluva made this beat, baby)

[chorus]
ayy, ayy, i’m a little closer to my goals (to my goals)
left wrist white, right gold (right gold)
the anniversary, came rolls (came rolls)
how you f+ckin’ with them n+ggas and they bold? (uh+uh, uh+uh)
i only f+cked the b+tch ’cause she chose (’cause she chose)
the lil’ b+tch a thief, she stole my soul (stole my soul)
i ain’t gotta prove sh+t, they know i’m on (they know i’m on)
we gon’ bring the trophy home, play your role (c’mon)

[verse 1]
ayy, i had to get away to get a bag (for real)
y’all crabs in the bucket, we eat garlic noodles and crab (ayy)
listen to my raps, you might learn how to move a bag
before you f+ck up the pros, you better fill up the stash (for real)
my rollie forty cash, i look at it like a slab (ayy)
i took off on these n+ggas, they still stuck in the past (d+mn)
i wrote down my goals, they got manifested (yeah)
known to make chess moves, louis with the checkers (for real)
we gon’ make it through the checkpoint, ain’t no second guessing
ain’t no plan b, who gon’ feed lil g? (for real)
i don’t care who make it first, it could be you or me (you or me)
we gon’ get the same credit if we on a team (for real, n+gga)
[chorus]
ayy, ayy, i’m a little closer to my goals (to my goals)
left wrist white, right gold (right gold)
the anniversary, came rolls (came rolls)
how you f+ckin’ with them n+ggas and they bold? (uh+uh, uh+uh)
i only f+cked the b+tch ’cause she chose (’cause she chose)
the lil’ b+tch a thief, she stole my soul (stole my soul)
i ain’t gotta prove sh+t, they know i’m on (they know i’m on)
we gon’ bring the trophy home, play your role (c’mon)

[verse 2]
wakin’ up early every day and go and chase me some money (wake up, chase me some money)
bein’ broke is a joke, but that sh+t ain’t even funny (it ain’t)
they raid on tuesdays and thursdays, we close on sunday (for real)
i get the bag on a tuesday, it’s gone by thursday (it’s gone)
you know you on the east when every street a one+way (for real)
where lil’ n+ggas fifteen dyin’ ’bout gunplay (i swear)
i used to tell myself i’d be straight after one play (yeah)
most love be fake, but the love from my son ain’t (yeah)
i’ma even eat the crumbs on my plate (i am)
i’m hungry, you can see this sh+t in my face (you can see it)
post up at the loft, all day, move weight (yeah)
all day, fillin’ up the safe ’til we break the bank (ayy)

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