Close to Heaven

Yeah, oh yeah Yeah, oh, ya dig Yeah, yeah VS1, VS1, Bentley truck weigh a ton Shine just like the sun, shitting on them got the runs Ice-y, ice-y, water drip on my neck, picking up all these cheques Momma said, "Please, don't flex" Yeah, it's always a flex, I know I can't do SI, no (yeah, yeah) Pouring up Act' but it's not no skit Got a lil' swag, but it's not no Rick 5:30 sprite dirty, yeah Chrome Hearts jeans, size 30, yeah (Yeah) My shooter's .30 is dirty, yeah Big stone, my ice on McFlurry, yeah (yeah) VS1, VS1, Bentley truck weigh a ton Shine just like the sun, shitting on them got the runs Ice-y, ice-y, water drip on my neck, picking up all these checks Momma said, "Please, don't flex" Pickin' up, pickin' up all these checks How young nigga made a 100 bands (racks) Still tryna figure out what's my plan Broke boy wanna come join my band Ooh, pull up in that Range, yeah I'm with Mino Ranger She wanna fuck for fame, yeah I don't even blame ya How many of 'em? I got 'em on go Shooting my shot like I ain't in the pros Pickin' 'em out and they playin' they role Pass me her friend and I pick it and roll They wanted to hate, yeah I'm boostin' my rate, yeah I'm in a Wraith, yeah I've made some mistakes, yeah I pop champagne, yeah To hide the pain, yeah The ones that stayed, yeah They never changed, yeah (never changed, yeah) VS1, VS1, Bentley truck weigh a ton Shine just like the sun, shitting on them got the runs Ice-y, ice-y, water drip on my neck, picking up all these cheques Momma said, "Please, don't flex" (please don't)