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ryan skid – closer to god lyrics

don’t wanna hear no more sucker sh-t
ever

[verse 1]:
uh, it’s the gospel if i wrote it (woah)
they don’t hate you when you great just when you know it (when you know it)
yeah yeah i don’t care i show it (i do i do)
they hate mo’, i pour moet
he’s from west virginia how’s he this nice (godd-mn)
closest thing on earth to jesus christ hol’ up (hol’ up hol’ up hol’ up)
mahi on my rice
tryna make my money add so i never take advice
if you don’t think i’m the greatest take a look ’round and get back to me
make a check bring it back with me to my high school and go take shots with the faculty (godd-mn godd-mn)
wake up bust my -ss and you know i go stunt hard
you chase hoes h-t the club you sleep late hate your job
you need to level way up if i’m bein honest
none of y’all is f-ckin’ with the angel boy i promise
got my day 1’s with me they all know i got us
i’m a young prophet so tell me where’s my profits huh?

[chorus]
gotta love me now oh you gotta love me now
you gotta realize that i’m the golden child
rent, taxes, and a job girl i know life is hard
but when she stand next to me she feel closer to god
yeah i know
yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah

[verse 2]:
i’m the best to ever do this ain’t no question
when he see me look like he got indigestion (bleh)
went on my own i ain’t take suggestion
raised the bar, now watch me flexin’ (huah huah)
all these new rappers is wastes of life and wastes of time
fake followers online aye, watch i’ll spit they lines aye
d-mn my b-tch so fine aye, got a watch it tell time aye
what if i rap like that? hol’ up, am i famous yet?
yap, all you p-ss-es sound pathetic
drop 100 brainless songs and they all call that good work ethic
but i’m the sh-t out the septic so i don’t give a f-ck ’bout no skeptic
mumble rappers cashin’ i’m goin’ hungry and i won’t accept it
you ain’t in my way f-ck what they say might hear you today you ain’t goin far
you got no fans you flash in a pan don’t listen to stans won’t see you tomorrow
fake auto tune singer, fake drug slinger, fake gold chain blinger
i got more talent in my little finger than any modern rap star
b-tch

- ryan skid lyrics

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