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boxed lunch - four50 lyrics

(power up)

(yeah)
you know what the f*ck it is [?]
overhead

(chorus)
stay wit a g, i ain’t wan*be a boxer
had to get right, wasn’t no box lunch
why n*ggas be throwing they money for nothin’?
i still try to shop for the crib with a punch
only time i’d punch, i’d rather a mac*10
stuart ass n*ggas, they wonder why they pockets little
i’m tryna f*ck on a stewardess
i’m fly and i’m free
and i ain’t going back that’s a promise

(verse)
flow too different it might make you vomit
i try to keep me a conscious
might’ve left too may people unconscious though (f*ck it)
now we just put them in a fronto
roll that boy up n*gga dead
if it ain’t money involved, they ain’t heard what i said
i could be speaking the rеalest
feel like it ain’t helpin’ thеm, so they brush it away
goin’ in circles like brushing the waves
while n*ggas like me paved the way
they struggling and passing away
you can’t leave junior in the trap
that sh*t ain’t a asset
i’m tryna assist everybody
even though i’m on shooting gaurd
i’m always on point god (okay)
you better recognize you see a star
but a n*gga not shootin’ from far (yeh)

close in the range
whole lotta louie v up on my clothes rack
could’ve bought me a car
but i was stuck in the mind frame
that the pic’ up in the frame had to look perfect (ahh)
so much water i might start surfing
smooth n*gga sound like i’m talking in cursive
she wanna spend like a building in purses
but she don’t even know she don’t need one to be in her birkin

the same thing go for the fellas
might be a felon, but that just means you fell
so you could get right back up
start you a company, get you a truck
do some’n different, not what they expect
we don’t got time for no rest
we getting put to the test
tired of being seen as less (okay)
living my life with no regrets
(chorus)
stay wit a g, i ain’t wan*be a boxer
had to get right, wasn’t no box lunch
why n*ggas be throwing they money for nothin’?
i still try to shop for the crib with a punch
only time i’d punch, i’d rather a mac*10
stuart ass n*ggas, they wonder why they pockets little
i’m tryna f*ck on a stewardess
i’m fly and i’m free
and i ain’t going back that’s a promise

(outro)

- four50 lyrics

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