Ohhhhh
But I got these tunes
They can't put me in a box unless that box booms
Yo just make room
They just got hit with this monsoon
I'll make sense soon
Ain't in a box less that box booms
I could probably
Own this shits u see apostrophe
Y'all ain't stopping me
I flow with wind but y'all can't topple me
Such an oddity
Don't leave the crib without a bot with me
I've gotta be
Uggggghhh nada b
Oh great
Now his heads on straight
He could Predict his friends' fortunes like a ball that's 8
But for me not great
Tryna beat up this self-hate
Took what little I had left then used to change our fate
Like I don't even got sense
I'm just tryna get a dollar through this nonsense
The boy a hot mess
Dressing bumy while unconscious
Still a novice
But build my team like an acropolis
Till the tales ending mythical like the Loch Ness
They got stress
Can't u hear it in like every sentence
These rappers tell u it's all bad
But still got stylists and benzes
I'm in the trenches
Covering my nose from all the stenches with my invention
Ohhhhh
But I got these tunes
They can't put me in a box unless that box booms
Yo just make room
They just got hit with this monsoon
I'll make sense soon
Ain't in a box less that box booms
But I got these tunes
They can't put me in a box unless that box booms
Yo just make room
They just got hit with this monsoon
I'll make sense soon
Ain't in a box less that box booms
Stayin laced in the best well dressed to finesse
All the pain i felt from my ex
And she f*cking broke my heart now keep the vest on my chest
And my clothes aint Laurent homie you can hold the s
Alright, my message
Give these niggas true black thought my shit is Essence
Looking at my mind that shit fluorescent come and test it
You tryna turn the wheels with just a single spoke
Eric B and Rakim man that shit is no joke
I think the game lost hope
But I just get all in it my bars finish
Like Popeye did with the spinach
I'm a nuisance to these niggas
Who never finish they writtens
And im shitting in your box
That's why im chilling with kittens
Nigga I
Finesse these niggas that try to step it
Yall niggas all benched but never gonna a rep in
All you niggas do is talk, no way u could put a pep in
Sick bars from my throat my homie says that ill strep it
But never dat
They ask why they aint blow
Because they hella wack
Said chill with that
Those who hate the most, will give the hardest daps
I move em back
They don't need the cam, to be f*cking smacked
Pick up the slack
Whenever i arrive they say the realest back
Why?
Cause I got these tunes
They can't put me in a box unless that box booms
Yo just make room
They just got hit with this monsoon
I'll make sense soon
Ain't in a box less that box booms
But I got these tunes
They can't put me in a box unless that box booms
Yo just make room
They just got hit with this monsoon
I'll make sense soon
Ain't in a box less that box booms