Closet Songtext
von Nizar13

Im just writing,i dont trip if mah songs dont hit
I dont trip no matter how messed up things may get
Ill stop when tha paper gets wet
Thats how it is, Paper pen or pencil and sweat
Matter effect your favorite rapper is mah favorite pet
Think you rapping but you rappin bout shit
Lost many people i will neva forget
Front of the mirror i spit
Got that joy every time on mah life i bet
Got Balls from where i′m from
Money from what i did
(Ya dig)


Hot sauce, dope n all that shit
Blowin gaz n i dont sniff
See that cash i'm gon get
Mama close that door on your way
Yea i′m okay
Lemmi turn my phone off so i can stay
Focused on mah shit,on mah work
(Niggas still want me to do the dirt)
Did dirt,then i got hurt
Then i got her
But i can't feel
I got scars that i can't heal