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out the box - locksmith & jarren benton lyrics

[intro]
decap

[locksmith]
there’s never been a box big enough to fit me
there’s never been a gap in between what i felt was my dream and a but that bit me
if a slug should hit me, and i don’t wake
i’mma wake up at my own wake
i’mma make note, i’mma make no amends
i’mma take on all the fake folks who only would pray for his end
i was at the end of a longlist running the longest path
i had to bite my tongue
i’mma take blood from a bite and use it to write songs as opposed to dwellin’ on west gunn
dumbass rap n*gga what did you assume would happen
less time to record than you do with caption
less talk with my mouth than i do with action, please don’t expect compassion
y’all was in the dark with the lights on, worshippin’ icons
i contemplated inhale the culture
too scared the rap with lock i smell fear
end n*ggas’ careers like g*yle and oprah
scale and show the step on the neck of legacys
expell the frail each bar is brevity
exhale in h*ll how’s that for levity? there is no scale to measure me
you ain’t gotta ever acknowledge or try to leverage or polish any part of my ego
leap for any product i’m a product of my surrounding, look how grounds be
keep sending me links, still nothing astounds me
the ground seems to be tilted, take one step your reputation is jilted
everybody’s sensitive and since we live inside of a vacuum to afraid to offend you here
[hook]
there’s never been a box big enough to fit me (my god)
never lookin back when the squad is with me (on god)
never give in ’til the mob come get me
never was a friend who you robbed and dissed me
better hide with your wife and kids b*tch n*gga

[oba rowland]
these n*ggas don’t phase me
these b*tches gon’ praise me
you n*ggas gon’ pay me
for every time y’all play me

[jarren benton]
never been a box big enough to fit me
if they on that bullsh*t then you n*ggas can miss me
had a daughter same time ja beefed with 50
in the streets n*ggas low down dirty and shift
so a n*gga low rounds cuppin’ 30s and 50s
i’m comin’ out shootin like dirt & a whiskey
internet tough guy just a nerd in poughkeepsie
[?]
i’m cut from a different material
you heard i’m imperial
a word to the spiritual, only god can stop me
i’m murdering cereal, cheerio chap, i’mma take a sh*t on your burial
lookin down i only view these n*ggas in aerial
so westa westa, what’s the scenario?
when the beef start you know jarren don’t let it go
i’m sh*ttin’ on ’em, had to buy a whole new set of clothes
i’m coming at your throat, i gotta let ’em know
the bully in this b*tch, hardcore with checker’s post
can’t even feel a beat with the doctor’s stethoscope
doctor detroit on a block of checker hoe (yah)
yeah, you know jarren [?] k!llin’
i throw a pig off a f*ckin’ forty storey building
make it gory, different story, no we go avoid they children
i’mma let the women live even though she in her feelings (b*tch)
yeah, me and lock got it locked
sh*t i might box with a cop
i smack crackers in crocs
it’s past 12 and i’m up in jack in the box
if she don’t give me top in the back of the drop
runnin [?] b*tch i’m packin’ a glock (blah)
i crack a n*gga’s head with the back of the mop
i’m a bad boy i told you that we don’t stop (ah ah, ah ah)
[hook]
there’s never been a box big enough to fit me (my god)
never lookin back when the squad is with me (on god)
never give in ’til the mob come get me
never was a friend who you robbed and dissed me
better hide with your wife and kids b*tch n*gga

[oba rowland]
these n*ggas don’t phase me
these b*tches gon’ praise me
you n*ggas gon’ pay me
for every time y’all play me
cause, i’m in my zone, in my zone, in my zone
i’m in my zone, in my zone, in my zone
in my zone, in my zone, in my zone
i’m in my zone, in my zone, in my zone
i’m in my zone, in my zone, in my zone
i’m in my zone, in my zone, in my zone
i’m in my zone, in my zone, in my zone
in my zone, in my zone, in my zone

[hook]
there’s never been a box big enough to fit me (my god)
never lookin back when the squad is with me (on god)
never give in ’til the mob come get me
never was a friend who you robbed and dissed me
better hide with your wife and kids b*tch n*gga

- locksmith jarren benton lyrics

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