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Closure Video (MV)




Performed By: Kodak Black
Length: 4:38
Written by: Bill K. Kapri




Kodak Black - Closure Lyrics
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When you chillin' that's when they play with you the most
But they don't know you really ten times worse
Keep your niggas out they feelings when they're jokes
You can't have your nigga in prison feeling hurt
When you chillin' that's when they play with you the most
But they don't know you really ten times worse
Keep your niggas out they feelings when they're jokes
You can't have your nigga in prison feeling hurt

Put the pen to paper for you every time like a verse
Outta everybody you call, you know I'm pulling up first
Hittin' licks outta town just to triple up the work
I always stood my ground and put it down on the turf
Long nights on the block, selling rocks, I rehearsed
Got a Cutlass, dropped the top just so I can have a 'vert
Every year around this time we'd be all on the curb
Cold as f*ck outside, long john under our shirt
Break bread with the family, you felt you had to be first
Everybody happy, you want to be happier
You know what's coming next, spent your block in a hearse
Been put in front of the X like that fire I immerse
Just sent pictures to Flippa, that's my nigga, we can't forget him
Nobody check for cool, but I still tell him that we miss him
I'm still chasing the dream that we had when we were children
Lil nigga serving fiends, got the studio in the kitchen

I was just in elementary, my momma start bitchin'
'Cause everybody told her I was heading to penitentiary
I'm outside with guns, real young in the club around drugs
Coming home smelling like I was just fishing
All my big cousins used to always come and get me
I was looking up to them and they the ones who wanna be with me
You moved to the hood and fell in love with the trenches
Saw the love that I had and ever since you wanna steal it
Everything that we did, you was always in competition
But I included you in every move, was never stingy
With my plays, always made a way for you to be in position
First chance you had, you got a bag, you turned your back against me

When you chillin', that's when they play with you the most
But they don't know you really ten times worse
Keep your niggas out they feelings when they're jokes
You can't have your nigga in prison feeling hurt
When you chillin', that's when they play with you the most
But they don't know you really ten times worse
Keep your niggas out they feelings when they're jokes
You can't have your nigga in prison feeling hurt

I love you, but my heart telling me to hate you
You wanted me to be in jail tryna chase you
It ain't 'bout what you do, it's how you did it
You can't have you dawg in prison in his feelings
Switching numbers on me like you don't want me with it
And then we talked about everything but the business
I ain't get a sentence from you since my sentence
But on the streets, everybody thinking you the realest
'Cause you screaming free me and SG on your pendant
Even though I ain't need it, could've sent your dawg a penny
Got bro nem sending pictures of you
Like nigga, why you ain't send it?
Of course, that shit impressive
But right now it don't impress me
Yeah, that shit look cool
But it's some shit we ain't addressing
You know you owe me money
I don't want no pictures of you flexing
When it was my time to ride
I held it down, you ain't gotta question it
I told you if I'm yoor nigga
Why the hell you got me in here guessing?
On top of that I'm stressing, police jumping on me
You 'posed to send words of encouragement to your homie
You know if it weren't for me, nigga
Yo lil' bitchass would've been homeless
You made sure you paid them crackers
I guess it's different when you owe me
F*ck the check its bout' respect
It's 'bout the principle, the loyalty
It ain't never bout' no money, I threw a hundred in the ocean

I ain't even gotta go on
And say everything I did 'cause you was there
Every, you know what I'm sayin, you was there
You was there, as in, everything I did for you
You remember
You could, you could feel like
You and somebody cliqued tight, but
You know, along the way, everybody grow up and
Have kids of they own and go through different shit
You know things change, people change, feelings change
You might be away for some time and your dawg out here
You know what I'm sayin'
And by time you jump out and your dawg go in
You know years go by
To where you be like y'all done
Spent all this time away from each other
F*ck, we don't really don't know each other
To the point y'all don't really know each other
You can't even say y'all know each other like that
You know what I'm sayin'
We just know we was dawgs but it's like, you know
Over a while, it's like
You got to get to know me all over again

I'm agreeing with different shit
You agreeing with different shit
Sometimes people's perspective change
And you know, know what I'm sayin'?
I see you, I'ma smack the shit out you jit
F*ck you talkin' bout, smack your bitch ass
Your mama know, on gang
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When you chillin' that's when they play with you the most
But they don't know you really ten times worse
Keep your niggas out they feelings when they're jokes
You can't have your nigga in prison feeling hurt
When you chillin' that's when they play with you the most
But they don't know you really ten times worse
Keep your niggas out they feelings when they're jokes
You can't have your nigga in prison feeling hurt

Put the pen to paper for you every time like a verse
Outta everybody you call, you know I'm pulling up first
Hittin' licks outta town just to triple up the work
I always stood my ground and put it down on the turf
Long nights on the block, selling rocks, I rehearsed
Got a Cutlass, dropped the top just so I can have a 'vert
Every year around this time we'd be all on the curb
Cold as f*ck outside, long john under our shirt
Break bread with the family, you felt you had to be first
Everybody happy, you want to be happier
You know what's coming next, spent your block in a hearse
Been put in front of the X like that fire I immerse
Just sent pictures to Flippa, that's my nigga, we can't forget him
Nobody check for cool, but I still tell him that we miss him
I'm still chasing the dream that we had when we were children
Lil nigga serving fiends, got the studio in the kitchen

I was just in elementary, my momma start bitchin'
'Cause everybody told her I was heading to penitentiary
I'm outside with guns, real young in the club around drugs
Coming home smelling like I was just fishing
All my big cousins used to always come and get me
I was looking up to them and they the ones who wanna be with me
You moved to the hood and fell in love with the trenches
Saw the love that I had and ever since you wanna steal it
Everything that we did, you was always in competition
But I included you in every move, was never stingy
With my plays, always made a way for you to be in position
First chance you had, you got a bag, you turned your back against me

When you chillin', that's when they play with you the most
But they don't know you really ten times worse
Keep your niggas out they feelings when they're jokes
You can't have your nigga in prison feeling hurt
When you chillin', that's when they play with you the most
But they don't know you really ten times worse
Keep your niggas out they feelings when they're jokes
You can't have your nigga in prison feeling hurt

I love you, but my heart telling me to hate you
You wanted me to be in jail tryna chase you
It ain't 'bout what you do, it's how you did it
You can't have you dawg in prison in his feelings
Switching numbers on me like you don't want me with it
And then we talked about everything but the business
I ain't get a sentence from you since my sentence
But on the streets, everybody thinking you the realest
'Cause you screaming free me and SG on your pendant
Even though I ain't need it, could've sent your dawg a penny
Got bro nem sending pictures of you
Like nigga, why you ain't send it?
Of course, that shit impressive
But right now it don't impress me
Yeah, that shit look cool
But it's some shit we ain't addressing
You know you owe me money
I don't want no pictures of you flexing
When it was my time to ride
I held it down, you ain't gotta question it
I told you if I'm yoor nigga
Why the hell you got me in here guessing?
On top of that I'm stressing, police jumping on me
You 'posed to send words of encouragement to your homie
You know if it weren't for me, nigga
Yo lil' bitchass would've been homeless
You made sure you paid them crackers
I guess it's different when you owe me
F*ck the check its bout' respect
It's 'bout the principle, the loyalty
It ain't never bout' no money, I threw a hundred in the ocean

I ain't even gotta go on
And say everything I did 'cause you was there
Every, you know what I'm sayin, you was there
You was there, as in, everything I did for you
You remember
You could, you could feel like
You and somebody cliqued tight, but
You know, along the way, everybody grow up and
Have kids of they own and go through different shit
You know things change, people change, feelings change
You might be away for some time and your dawg out here
You know what I'm sayin'
And by time you jump out and your dawg go in
You know years go by
To where you be like y'all done
Spent all this time away from each other
F*ck, we don't really don't know each other
To the point y'all don't really know each other
You can't even say y'all know each other like that
You know what I'm sayin'
We just know we was dawgs but it's like, you know
Over a while, it's like
You got to get to know me all over again

I'm agreeing with different shit
You agreeing with different shit
Sometimes people's perspective change
And you know, know what I'm sayin'?
I see you, I'ma smack the shit out you jit
F*ck you talkin' bout, smack your bitch ass
Your mama know, on gang
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Writer: Bill K. Kapri
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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