boxed. (Instrumental)

'boxed' (Instrumental)
Collection 1.1 - actuality. track 05.- boxed.

prod. By Blū Tha Gürū


Listen—
—motherfucker—
You should—
Know—
I don't —
—give—
No
—kind of—

—fuck—
Whatsoever
I love my own
—but not the other
Something - something son
Get a gun and blow my candles out
White power now bout
Building towers up
To tear you down

—I don't give a fuck about flax seek
Black seed, back seat black candles
Black cat, relax,
Atticus.

I don't give a fuck about a Fallon,
I bought a gallon of water for two jugs,
And a quarter
On my daughter.
Get it?

(Fuck you)

Or should I go back to spending
Spin class looking at candid camera
I could buy a mountain before I sit down on mounds
White Diamonds, 9 time champ
I'm just like ET, don't mind that
I'm a dead beat dad camped out in a van
With a 30 second tan on, oh man
Redact that one

—FUCK—

YOU.

Power play

I should wait an hour
For the Amazon van
If the Amazon man can hit this
What makes you think you can
I just too fan
I drew fandoms on your
Blū Barrymore,
Don't carry that backpack,
You might fall back
I called my song
—but I can't call back

…fuck you,

(Goddamn)

If you don't believe me,
I just scored two degrees
Just from pleasing people
Three of you count me,
My MBA in saying
I buy NBA team

Damn.

Can't even get an Instagram account
Without getting hacked
Just for being a half black
Half Uncle Sam smashing red/*ted man
Don't call red man,
Just call Meth/ Seth back

METHOD MAN
…hello?

Flip the bitch right back
I flip the whip
And grip the script,
I pistol whipped Bristol back
To — camp

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