Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
Off of the topic, call me the prospect.
But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true
He was my brother to, playing call of duty with him at night way past two,
Call me stick the man of a million eyes i'ma pimp
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze
Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams
Jumped off the porch when i was like six
Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits
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