Shoebox Baby - 64 Bars lyrics
[Shoebox Baby - 64 Bars lyrics]
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
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
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
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
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
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