The Box (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] Fresh out the car wit' it Smoke Yes sir Yeah, ayy [Verse] If I told you that I want it, I probably went out and got it Put his nose in my bidness, we wipe it just like a snot it, I'm cappin' Put on the homies that's really 'bout it, you was sweatin' Cheerleaders the way that they catchin' bodies, no cappin' Bringin' fists to a gunfight, you must tryna lose your life They ain't tryna do karate, you lackin' Thinkin' 'bout coppin' a new chain, every verse blue flame Yeah, I'm tryna get rich, no Roddy Travel to the money, no pit stop I done seen my homie sell his soul at a quick stop I remember back in the days when runnin' had some J's In the 'hood goin' viral, no TikTok Weight it on a scale, I was tryna get the meal I was trappin' on a corner, had them grounds in a Ziploc Ain't nobody want me, I ran up them hunnids Now they all shoot shots e'ery day 'til they wrist pop, ooh Got a whole lotta connects, I came from the projects They told me that I won't make it, I told 'em that I was next I'm dyin' for my respect, I gave my life to the best I'm leavin' with who came, I'm flyin' over the rest And watch how you're talkin' 'cause I ain't the one to test Fancy get these hands like Ron Artest I apprehended the game, it's under arrest I walked in, I flexed the One not for bless, I'm here If I told you that I want it, I probably went out and got it Put his nose in my bidness, we wipe it just like it's—all cappin' [Outro] Hahahaha Smoke