Closer Than Close - Nipsey Hussle

You know a nigga like me tend to keep 'em at arms distance length

(«Closer than most»)

I’ll give you that, you got a little bit closer, but, you know

(«I just see so much in you»)

Yeah

(«And I want a better view»)

Finna take you back around, like, '98, '99, you know

(«I want to look deeper into you, yeah»)

Slauson boy

Yeah, let’s take it back then, when it was crackin'

We probably took your 10-speed and jacked your mags then

One on the handlebars and one on the pegs

Obituary pictures, I miss 'em, them niggas dead now

We used to fail tests, we used to steal chirps

We used to smoke stress, we used to sell work

Nigga, you’re too cool for school, you ain’t no fuckin' fool

You ain’t gon' stay broke for long like them suckas do

That’s when my moms trip, she told me «kick rocks»

My granny told me I could stay, that’s when the shit popped

Rarely I came home, mostly I’m in the streets

Livin' with bitches I’m fuckin', bouncin' between the sheets

I hit a house lick, I got a little change

I bought a gold chain, a little cocaine

Focused my mind now, got on the grind now

I bought a bucket, a Cutlass, fuck it, it’s mine now

(«Let's get closer»)

That muthafucka rolled though, on hood

You know, nigga ain’t have no license

(«Closer than closer»)

Nigga be like four, five deep in that muthafucka

(«Let's get closer than close»)

(«Let's get closer»)

Shit, you know, nigga was just livin' fast, you know

I got my first taste of money and I was turned out

(«Closer than close»)

I was on the grind after that, you heard me

Look

That’s when the cash came, life in the fast lane

Goodbye 211, hello champagne

Goodbye hoodrat bitches, hello dime pieces

They say money and women is known to divide people

I couldn’t see it, but now I see it’s true

Your bitch was feelin' me, my bitch was feelin' you

We both was gettin' money, you know how these bitches do

Show no emotions to these hoes, don’t let it get to you

Now when we meet, I’m seein' jealousy behind your face

Like crooked looks on top of phony smiles and fake shakes

You used to front me quarters, you used to have the bricks

You let me try your shit, how did it come to this?

Your young homie done growed up on his own

Same nigga you taught to cook and how to blow up a zone

Same nigga you sent the pounds to when I went out of town

Same nigga when I was down you let me sleep in your house

What’s happenin'?

(«Let's get closer»)

You know, them times when a nigga got, you know, sick of just being in the hood

every goddamn day

(«Closer than closer»)

I got me a little ticket on JetBlue, got me a few pounds and I shook, you know

(«Let's get closer»)

I was in ATL tryin' to do it big, my nigga, Stone Mountain, westside, Decatur

(«Closer than close»)

Peachtree, all that, tryin' to get my money out in the zone, you feel me

I guess you never know a nigga, 'til you catch a case with him

And it hurt me in my heart when they told me that you was snitchin'

If I wasn’t up outta town, I’da been right wit’cha

Takin' that bank down with you — would you have still turned witness?

And I remember them other niggas, they had you cornered

You chirped me early morning, I hit that corner with burners

No license in my Regal, on my lap was the heat

I’m taking risks within this 'cause you would do it for me

Wasn’t that the code?

Stay down and never fold?

Through 25 to life or through the casket close

And now I put some space between us 'cause the path you chose

You got another nigga life for that little cash you stole

And mama told you this a long time ago

Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time, and oh

At first I brushed it off and second guessed it

'Til the homie showed me all that paperwork with your confessions