What u know about keeping G's in a shoe box
I'm talking grands and some grams sitting by my riffle box
Homies took some losses on the block tryna fill that box
brother took 7 to his body to fulfill his plot
~Just to fill that void I pop a Zan and Mirtazapine
Or smoke a Blount or two— just to keep a nigga up on things
Shoot a serpent dead if they ever touch that shoe box
Still get a rush seeing presies in that Nike box
Cold world niggas getting smoked gotta stick and move
~And keep a move just to help u get up out that jam or two
Raised by the slickest so I'm hip to how the shysters move
AR's with them coolant techs we can play a game of doom
Violence is a norm I can't help it I became immune
If u touch my paper or the fam u can rot in tombstones for
Blood on my hands free the guys sitting in that box
Rico killed the future of them brothers trying to fill that box
Never like to gamble always been the type to stay from crap
~ be damned if I be that nigga sitting begging for some scraps
~Conversing with them hitters in them papers known to double that
Serving outta TT crib —that glass rock had em coming back
Shootings happen daily extendos loaded for the sneak attack
~Fucked up shit about it the police capitalize on all of that
Money murder mayhem D.E.A is coming for that box
~Early morning raids cause niggas couldn't shut their chatter box
Fast money got me paranoid switching up my routes
Only roll with shooters any time a nigga leave the house
Know some home invaders pulling cappers
Pistol whip ya spouse
~If they feel you stalling on that bag then barrel go in mouth
2 eleven turn to one eight seven shit is going south
~Convicted felons waving dirty weapons~ where the f*ck the box
Triple homicide ~scud came up on a couple blocks
~Split it with the guys to help em go and fill their shoebox
