Shoebox Talk

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[Verse]
Uh
Keep the stash in a shoebox
We was talking 'bout our past on that roof top
All this trash had the roots blocked
So I had to grow my plants in a new pot
Bitches sliding back like they moon walk
I'll make my first hunnid rack, like it's news ma
I got this curse on my back, I can't move wrong
I spit my verse on the track, give 'em goosebumps
I feel like Lauryn with a Mac, how I do ops
A gun fight, spill a couple rounds, hear the two shots
Got one life, gotta make this count, no coupon
Her son bright, I ain't goin' down, it's a new dawn
I dunk right, they can't rebound it, Manute Bol
You fun-sized, I'll have my brethrens step on ya
Keep the Tec on us
Ain't even enough to break a sweat on us
This damn world made my head ponder
And even though you emotionally unstable, you the best momma
I never fucked with my step fathers
And I was wrong when I thought they would bring less drama
But it's just more trauma
I'm Sheck Wes, and I'm tryna make my Mo Bamba
In other words I'm tryna make a hit
But it hurts when they weren't appreciatin' shit
Alleviate and dip
Fuck with me, and you'll be abbreviating "R.I.P"
I keep my hater pissed
Like he ain't made the list
You mad now
They tried to take me off the top, I never backed down
These guys be glazing at my profit, hope I crash out
People lie and project, commitin' lethal crime
So I need Allah to protect me from the evil eye
Remember times I was trapping with it
Cut ties with the bitches that act suspicious
Declined all the flashy gimmicks
Y'all bad pretenders and mad quick to turn your back pivot
I ain't quitting 'til this task is finished
Pass my digits and have independence yellin’ "Grandma, I did it!"
‘Cause rap was a gift, and I landed right in it
The universe passed me a chance, I'ma live it

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