64 Bars

[Intro]
They don't even know I'm finna have this shit up in a headlock
This shit all off the muscle, this shit ain't—, you hear me?
No help, this shit all off the muscle, man
This shit straight off the bone
It's 'Box

[Verse]
They say real niggas don't say they real, guess what? Fuck nigga, I'm real
Low income baby, that first that I'ma buy is a house on the hills
And I got a homie that's locked in a cage, it's crazy, we both got deals
But I got the one that'll make you rich and he got the one that'll make you squeal
Better take it to trail, might be gone for a while but shit, I'm keeping it rеal
22 and 'Nine got booked for a body but both tryna catch a appeal
Free Muwop, niggas bе needing a pill just to high and slide
And ride around and go on a drill, niggas ain't built for this field
I really came from the struggle, Crystal older son, Chubbs, he really the muscle
[?], he stay in his bubble, them my lil' partners, play with them and you on trouble
Well protected by troops, if you get closed, you the reason that they shoot
My homies they used to hoop, got perfect aim, cock it back and then they shoot
In front of the backend, I need all of that
Labels keep calling, they say that they need me, I told them that I was gon' call 'em back
Never put trust on a ho, she fucking on bro and that's why I'm falling back
Put a bankroll over a bitch, it's just me and treesh and we got some strings attached
Fuck all that soft shit, I'm on some street shit, I'm with [?] on my Miami Heat shit
Teacher ain't never say I would gon' be shit, now I buy pieces for just some cheap shit
Tired of the sound, man, it's making me see sick
I'm the new crack and I think that you need it
I get them threats and tell 'em to beat it, tryna find my lo', he will never see it
I got some opps on a whole other region, the fans wanna a tape, they begging and pleading
If he got shot, he gave me a reason, get me off X and I get to tweaking
Three days passed, still ain't got sleep, I want him dead by the end of the week
When the job get done take a bath with bleach and make sure the gun deep down in the sea
How I'ma keep my composure? Tryna get rich like Durk, King Von and Sosa
But soon as I get on the road, the dope getting close, ain't no more tryna get on
Tell 'em to get me my trone, the real king gone but but hopefully he made it back home
Tryna get back in my zone, tell 'em fuck niggas that they can all leave me alone

[Outro]
I ain't even gon' lie, I feel like I did [?] back, for real though
This shit crazy, everybody shit crazy
Sometimes I be waking up
I be like, "This shit real? This shit real"
Damn