Shoebox Baby - Real Rap lyrics

Huh? What? Come on (I stopped sellin' drugs
For my blood I'ma get it in)
Yeah, slatt, slatt, it's 'Box
Uh huh, uh huh, come on
(This real rap right here)
Yeah, slatt, it's 'Box

I been dealin' with anxiety
I been chasin' after love
Why the fuck Cupid ass still ain't find me?
I been movin' slimey
Told the judge to Apple Pay it
Better yet, baby girl, you can Chime me
All these labels steady tryin' me
I need five hundred thousand cash
That's up front or they'll never
Get to sign me i be where the slimes bе
If you out eatin' and they ain't eatin'
Bеtter find a way to feed 'em or you slimey

I'm up in club, off the X, I don't fear a man
I stopped sellin' drugs
For my blood I'ma get it in
School my lil' cuz
He start spinnin' like a ceilin' fan
Told me she in love
Once I fuck ain't no bein' friends
Get it in, dish it out
Shipment in, switch it out
Woney fightin' cases, told 'em, "Face it
Take a different route"
Ain't never seen a station, I got
Paper, ain't no statement, bitch
I'm gettin' out
If I don't get no bond, just like Von
I'ma sit it out
Buddy took the stand, call my mans
Have him spray the house
Once the shots fired, come outside
Then take him out
Now, why the fuck the feds ain't make
Sure he have a safer house?
Now they found your ass dead before
They get the papers out
Man, that's some movie shit
Ridin' in a Vert, with a city girl
Just like Lil Uzi did
Know a bitch that came from the
Hood that got her booty did
He do it off of love
Switchy love to make that Uzi spit
My shorties not new to this
And that's the reason they ass so ruthless
Finna take the guys out
We goin' to Ruth Chris
Everybody expect Blitz, he see a lick
He be thirsty to do some shit

I been dealin' with anxiety
I been chasin' after love
Why the fuck Cupid ass still ain't find me?
I been movin' slimey
Told the judge to Apple Pay it
Better yet, baby girl, you can Chime me
All these labels steady tryin' me
I need five hundred thousand cash
That's up front or they'll never
Get to sign me i be where the slimes be
If you out eatin' and they ain't eatin'
Better find a way to feed 'em or you slimey

I'm up in club, off the X, I don't fear a man
I stopped sellin' drugs
For my bloods I'ma get it in
School, that's my my ceilin' fans
We gon', that's my no bap