The Box (Remix)

[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