Close My Eyes – 21 Savage

Letra 21 Savage – Close My Eyes

[Verse 1]
Lot of shots, hold up
30s on Glock, hold up
Put you on Fox, hold up
Put ‘em in a casket, yeah
Pull up on a Banshee, yeah
Nigga, f*** your handshake, yeah
Feel like I’m the last real rapper ‘cause these niggas weird
Nah, these niggas queers
Sippin’ Act, Cheers
In my own lane, ni***, watch where you steer
Think I got ‘em scared, shot ‘em in the beard
That’s a chin check, I’m certified everywhere
Man, I’m certified for real, ni***
Nah, for real, ni***
Used to record right on deal, ni***
Nah, for real, ni***
Pillow talking get you killed, ni***
Nah, for real, ni***
Bronx niggas say I’m ill ni***
Nah, for real, ni***
Bought a pawn shop for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Keep my gun cocked for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Nigga, we bond drop for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Cut your lawns off for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna go to sleep, I’m way too high, dog
I can’t get no sleep, I swear I’m way too high, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
Peel a hotbox when it’s time to ride, dog
If you froze up last time, you can’t ride, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog

[Verse 2]
Molly make ya’ jaws lock
Nah, for real, dog
This bitch done got me pissed off
Need a pill, dog
Tryna make a brick lock, whip your wrist, dog
Tryna make a brick lock, whip your wrist, dog
I bought a 9 and he front a 9, that’s a half a brick
Got a ‘Rari ni*** in the back still in the 6
We was young, you was on the swing, I was playin’ with sticks
In the trap, listenin’ for the brakes on a Crown Vic
Hear the motherfuc*** squeak, we gon’ hit the cut
Trickin’ niggas in the spot, we gon’ stick ‘em up
Fox Five gang, coroner gon’ pick ‘em up
Breaking news gang, ni***, put your trigger finger up
Yeah, all my niggas throwed off
Drive by, shoot your doors off
Turn your four-door to a coupe, ni***
Yeah, knock the noodles out your soup, ni***
Yeah, Zone 6 niggas love to shoot niggas
Yeah, you heard ‘bout it
Nigga, we ain’t worried ‘bout ya
Hang around real shottas, hang around real robbers
Y’all ni*** real killers, pullin’ up real yoppas

[Verse 3]
Go against the gang, that’s like suicide, dog
Go against the gang, that’s like suicide, dog
Walk ups only when I’m shooting a drive, dog
We woke the neighbors up, at first the street was quiet, dog
Have you ever did a real homicide, ni***?
Have you ever made a ni*** mama cry, ni***?
Do or die ni*** gotta do or die, ni***
If you ain’t the one doing it, you gon’ die, ni***
Sometimes I look at God and I wonder “why,” ni***
Why my niggas had to be the ones that had to die, ni***
They killed one, we gon’ kill 5, ni***
Winter time, we gon’ set your block on fire, ni***
Yeah, yeah, like the 4th July, ni***
Broad day, lettin’ them bullets fly, ni***
Pull up with a stick like I’m Sah, ni***
Gang gang, dare a ni*** to try it, ni***