Hot Box

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They said I've been gone for a minute I can't agree
Moving in silence got niggas checking up on me
I can admit, I lost my head a couple times
But now that I'm fine I'm getting back to what is mine
My soul keeps ringing from the gun shots
I feel smoke from all sides that's a Hot Box
Can't trust niggas who try to gas me up
While they waiting just to pass me up, yeah

Rappers be sacrificing their soul for the fame
They only want smoke with us cause we carryin' the flame
Burner on the hip burner phone in the pocket
Eight ball in the jaws praying that he don't pop it
Got this feeling I can't shake
The walls coming down around me I can't stay
Too many people I don't recognize in the way
Too many people I didn't authorize on the stage
Who invited all of these people
They lying I don't believe 'em I know they intentions evil
They just wanna see me be buried right under this very soil
Grave diggers preparing for me they thinking it's paranoia

They said I've been gone for a minute I can't agree
Moving in silence got niggas checking up on me
I can admit, I lost my head a couple times
But now that I'm fine I'm getting back to what is mine
My soul keeps ringing from the gun shots
I feel smoke from all sides that's a Hot Box
Can't trust niggas who try to gas me up
While they waiting just to pass me up, yeah

My inner peace is getting harder to get
Been taking shot from all sides
It's getting harder to miss (Uh)
Rockstar lifestyle I might not make it
Living life high is just a lot of time gettin' waisted
See I've almost die like 5 percent
I tried to roll up a bit
But Now I just try to forget
You see my mind works harder then most Niggas be working
So if I take a break from verses
I hope you know that it's urgent
But this booth's on fire
Nigga I'm an arsonist
And Hand outs are getting harder to shake That's Parkinson's
Stepping in silence got nigga watching my moves
But I can't stare back cause I got nothing to prove, Mook

They said I've been gone for a minute I can't agree
Moving in silence got niggas checking up on me
I can admit, I lost my head a couple times
But now that I'm fine I'm getting back to what is mine
My soul keeps ringing from the gun shots
I feel smoke from all sides that's a Hot Box
Can't trust niggas who try to gas me up
While they waiting just to pass me up, yeah

Under the blanket of a black sky is where a nigga blend
Counting sins over and over I'm running out of fingers
Eye to eye with a serpent
The sole purpose of that deviant
Is to mark me up then wipe off the surface
I don't trust a beating pulse a moving tongue or a favor
Who gone have the last devilish grin from this algorithm
Every nigga motive is a power that's corrosive
To his roots he stand the closest to the fire and he know it
What it look like
When the homie plot on Your life
When the roles reversed
The tables turn and he bleeding hard from your knife
Now again it's eye to eye with that serpent
He ain't worried he ain't nervous
But you know he cold You don't wait to murk him
Lord knows

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