Slay Lawson - Closed Chapters Lyrics

Closed chapters
Be it romantic or a closed casket
The whole fact is
I see you ain't here like closed caption
Old-fashioned
How they ration
I can't go backwards
I account for my own actions
They behind me now
I started in the 90s
Pre-pubescent with dreams
Adolescent, not yet a teen
Knowing I'm blessed with this thing
These words come to me like God's whispers
I'm God's gift
So merry Christmas when these bars hit ya
I spoke on bro on my last one
He had a large sentence
Funny, I run on after commas
Praying that I don't have to dodge prison
Listen
(I don't think they hear you slim)
Matter fact, jot this
By this time next year
I'mma be on niggas top list
Like your favorite stripper lap dance
It's a singles driven market
So it's bangers on tuck
Like a cockpit
No gay shit
Lawson
Trying to detach from that Slay shit
But you can get your face beat
I ain't shit to be played with
Nah
Nigga play with your children
I got ambitions
Visions of my pockets is bulging
This that crack flow
Nigga you can't stop from indulging
F*ck around and have you going through convulsions
People will really try to make you feel embarrassed
For, you know, putting your neck out there
Taking steps toward your dream
When whole time
They wish they could step out there
They wish they could be as brave as you
And, shit, nine times out of ten
They don't even have a dream
You know, I done seen it
Like behind the scenes
Look at her, think she this
Or he think he that
Oh, he supposed to be a rapper now
You know people really just scared
They gonna try to make you feel embarrassed
Like, man just go ahead do your thing, man
Live your dream
Take them steps, take them risks
You know