Closed Case ft. Jansport J Lyrics

Smoking sour diesel til I'm ghost face

Why the realest niggas get the most hate?

Rollie gone match the bottle when I toast Ace

If shorty asking about me it's a closed case

Batman coupe but I can't save her I don't have a cape

Don't compare me with niggas who in a rat race

And don't compare me with niggas still in the same place

Made it here off my hard work and God's grace

Why when I ask the budget? niggas go missing

Next single they on record, straight dissing

I might post it on my page help bring you some listens

I made it here off hard work I ain't do no bitching

Can't even lie shit I'm really what the game been missing

I mix that Down South with that Midwest pimping

I can bag the same bitch without tricking

These old niggas on the clock they time ticking

Much love to the OGs who embrace the youth

The ones who ain't done shit in the way that's the truth

Biggest fans turn to haters I got proof

It's been hard for niggas since I been out the loop

I'm really living how you niggas wish

When you living everyday that make these haters pissed

Grilled cheese with the tomato bisque

This what it sound like when you bet on you and you take them risk

Smoking sour diesel til I'm ghost face

Why the realest niggas get the most hate?

Rollie gone match the bottle when I toast Ace

If shorty asking about me it's a closed case

Batman coupe but I can't save her I don't have a cape

Don't compare me with niggas who in a rat race

And don't compare me with niggas still in the same place

Made it here off my hard work and God's grace

I don't care if niggas don't respect it, they just gotta accept it

even bad bitches get rejected

Sipping Prosecco watching Spence fight off of Reddit

If he talking cash shit make a nigga bet it

The loudest in the room always be the brokest

Watch out for the niggas who stand the closest

They couldn't even break me when I was at my lowest

Got a bitch in Alaska told me I'm the coldest

Game on freon, dressed in black leather like I'm Giveon

mix tapes like Derrick Rose at Simeon

Arm out the window wrist glowing at the red light

My psychic told me "fuck 'em all" she was dead right

How niggas tried to crucify my name I shoulda been snapped

But I couldn't let these sucker niggas knock me off track

Left Dallas for a few months, still ain't came back

Now everything you see a nigga got, I had to earn that

Smoking sour diesel til I'm ghost face

Why the realest niggas get the most hate?

Rollie gone match the bottle when I toast Ace

If shorty asking about me it's a closed case

Batman coupe but I can't save her I don't have a cape

Don't compare me with niggas who in a rat race

And don't compare me with niggas still in the same place

Made it here off my hard work and God's grace