Shoebox Baby - Lil Folks Story lyrics
[Shoebox Baby - Lil Folks Story lyrics]
Huh? What? Come on
(This is based off a true story)
Yeah, slatt, slatt, it's 'Box (yeah)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, come on
(Known to let that MAC fly
Just like my nigga Doe, buh)
Yeah, slatt, it's 'Box, come on
Uh, lil' folks probably won't make it out
He was only sixteen, he was in the streets
Mama kicked his ass out of the house
And his best friend got man down for
Some shit he don't know about
This is the same nigga let him on his couch
Now his mama kickin' lil' folks out
Now he gotta make a whole 'nother route
'Cause the nigga that he trust died
So slimin' everybody out
He done robbed the whole broad
Jakes makin' еverybody and they mama pout
Nigga, don't move, bitch, don't shout
Hе don't give a damn 'bout no clout
He'd rather put a nigga in the clouds
Lil' folks really got issues
He don't give a damn if you try to
Run 'cause them bullets comin' to get you
Got stripes like a tiger, but
Just like a ref', lil' folks been official
These niggas be soft like tissues
But, back to the plot, he on the block
He ain't got shit but a mask and a Glock
Lil' folks creepin' through the hallway
He'll fuck around and rob a old lady
'cause lil' folks ain't got all day
Shorty be missin' his homies
He got people, but feel so lonely
And watch out, there go the police
But, he got to run 'cause he
Got two Glocks on him, like he Odee
Now he locked up, he feel alone
Lil' folks ain't got no bond
So it ain't no comin' home
I know his ass sixteen
But they done charged him like he grown
The feds might come and get him off
The shit that's in his phone
Now lil' folks whole life is gone
Damn ayy, for all them kids out there
All them kids that's tryna be in the streets
Man turn that shit down now, go to school
Make some money, take care of your family
This shit ain't 'bout nothin'
This shit ain't 'bout nothin', for real
Go play sports or somethin', man
All this street shit ain't for everybody
Stay on the sidewalk come on
(This is based off a true story)
Yeah, slatt, slatt, it's 'Box (yeah)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, come on
(Known to let that MAC fly
Just like my nigga Doe, buh)
Yeah, slatt, it's 'Box, come on
Uh, lil' folks probably won't make it out
He was only sixteen, he was in the streets
Mama kicked his ass out of the house
And his best friend got man down for
Some shit he don't know about
This is the same nigga let him on his couch
Now his mama kickin' lil' folks out
Now he gotta make a whole 'nother route
'Cause the nigga that he trust died
So slimin' everybody out
He done robbed the whole broad
Jakes makin' еverybody and they mama pout
Nigga, don't move, bitch, don't shout
Hе don't give a damn 'bout no clout
He'd rather put a nigga in the clouds
Lil' folks really got issues
He don't give a damn if you try to
Run 'cause them bullets comin' to get you
Got stripes like a tiger, but
Just like a ref', lil' folks been official
These niggas be soft like tissues
But, back to the plot, he on the block
He ain't got shit but a mask and a Glock
Lil' folks creepin' through the hallway
He'll fuck around and rob a old lady
'cause lil' folks ain't got all day
Shorty be missin' his homies
He got people, but feel so lonely
And watch out, there go the police
But, he got to run 'cause he
Got two Glocks on him, like he Odee
Now he locked up, he feel alone
Lil' folks ain't got no bond
So it ain't no comin' home
I know his ass sixteen
But they done charged him like he grown
The feds might come and get him off
The shit that's in his phone
Now lil' folks whole life is gone
Damn ayy, for all them kids out there
All them kids that's tryna be in the streets
Man turn that shit down now, go to school
Make some money, take care of your family
This shit ain't 'bout nothin'
This shit ain't 'bout nothin', for real
Go play sports or somethin', man
All this street shit ain't for everybody
Stay on the sidewalk come on