Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,
Can't see his son shine like the four tops
Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,
Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box
He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs
And like a boxer im beat her box,
Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks
Coolest thing to come out the ice box
Where would i be without my dogs
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots
The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Corrupting our minds with an idiot box
Left chicago with good money for 5 drops
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