Box

[Intro]
Oh my God, it's a classic!
Dee-Tra-Na-Da
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Ayy, box out, box out
Yeah, box out
Yeah, yo

[Verse 1]
I'm the baddest out the bunch, so you better mention me boy
Get a stack, rack it up, pack it up, then I blow it like Leroy
People told me- I'm the OG, all these others is decoys
Man you know me, all my homie's gon' bang, where they deployed
I'm the one with the dough, like I been up on the stove
People said that they gone pop me, then I see 'em and they don't
Man I wish that they would try, tell em' hit me on my good side
Word to JI stop? Nay I- Don't play, I- don't
Man, I'm the best in the rap game, I ain't talking bout the show, I ain't saying that they rap lame, but when it come to me I blow
Never heard this, I was kinda worthless
Back when I was searching, tryna find a purpose
Homie I was hurting when I started lurking
Then I got a pencil and I started working
Y'all already know that I spit clean, killing half of y'all at 15
Who else do y'all know that's 15, that can zip a body bag with a 16
Half of 30, 10 away from 40, meaning people hurting when I grab the shorty
If I let it mingle, when you hear the jingle
Then Usain-ing on me is ya first priority
0 friends, all the ends
Never sad it all depends, only me, all of them
Take em out, all the limbs, let it ring? Call again, injure me?
Senzu bean, make em lean
Euro step, ball again, money up, fall again
Cop a rack, blow a stack, get it back, mall again?

[Hook]
Nah, never was the type to switch the flow up for a broad
Finally got it even like the kid combined the odds
Bro my logic crazy, oh my goodness, oh my God
Who would've thought I'd lose my circle, just for thinking out the box
Nah, never was the type to switch the flow up for a broad
Finally got it even like the kid combined the odds
Bro my logic crazy oh my goodness oh my God
Who would've thought I'd lose my circle, just for thinking out-

[Verse 2]
Never act, I don't play roles
No drama, I don't never break the cod
That's the game mode, hold my nose high, I'm in stank mode
If you ain't close to my bankroll
Don't talk to me cause you can't tho
So surprised that y'all gums ain't green yet from that fake gold
How you fake signed,sold ya fake soul
To a fake deal with a fake pen for fake pesos?
See me in public, "Is that Dee?" Nah It ain't bro
Pineapple Fanta, phantom, it ain't sweet though
See yo, I do not like none of y'all like I'm Ebro
But I had to get violent
Just so all these dummies go quiet
They talking real hot when I walk in they silent
But I would be wrong if I snap and start wildin'
I did television they went with the climates
And went with the kids that was hating and trying
I'm guessing that's fine
But let you say yo from behind
I'll turn around bullets flying, yah!

[Hook]
Nah, never was the type to switch the flow up for a broad
Finally got it even like the kid combined the odds
Bro my logic crazy, oh my goodness, oh my God
Who would've thought I'd lose my circle, just for thinking out the box
Nah, never was the type to switch the flow up for a broad
Finally got it even like the kid combined the odds
Bro my logic crazy, oh my goodness, oh my god
Who would've thought I'd lose my circle, just for thinking out the box

[Outro]
Box out, box out, box out, box out
Box out, box out, box out, yeah