Soap Box
White House lawn chair, Westside spawn, yeah
Piss poor corridor, real life Law and Order
Six-piece coleslaw, Chief Keef, Worldstar
Brought to you in part by Max Payne sawed off
Dodge 'em in slow mo', no homies in Oak Park
You late as Peter Parker with a pizza, I'm so far
Ahead, I'm like Mozart conductin' an orchestra
My paper in origami, been folded since Folgers
Like 4 A.M. or since I been 4 feet
Why it's niggas still rich, 400 years deep
I been in this shit, y'all talkin' Kylie
I am quite offended giving wisdom like it's my teeth
All black and mighty, they keep a tech, I.T
Tag-a-long like "it", I am on my shit
Soap box on my stage, 'bout to start a mosh pit
Tell them niggas forfeit, I am finally here
Checked in Foursquare, they all knew, foreseen
All these other niggas actors, they just do it for scenes
Been killin' this shit since I was fourteen
Not for the fuck shit, I'll let you meet my team
I set a fire to the flames in Hell
Lord, help, Lord, help
I been too quiet, now I'm outta my shell
They ain't rockin' with it? Oh well
And I've seen the days come and go
I'd swear that I've been here before
I felt the top, I feel the low
Meet me on the ground, ten toes
Ah, black house beach bum, Bucket List completed
Bury me a legend when I die, I might go King Tut
Soilder like atten-hut, cut my granny pension
I might have to cut a nigga, politicians pimp us
Heard another school closed, districts discuss
God must be disgusted with us, with us
Yo, I'ma need that back plus interest, and, trust
You are not a person, nigga
You look like a serpent with a plan that's parallel to poverty
I'm perpendicular
'Bout to split the dividends, me and my degenerates
You in that party, you deserve to be there lit as fuck
You ain't where I be, nigga, I be with them Pivoters
Y'all look like zombies with y'all bodies, children been in drugs
It is so obvious that I speak truth, it is a must
Like sweaty arms they carry arms, I swear it is a must
I'm with a army, I'm so squadely with my niggas love
I set a fire to the flames in Hell
Lord, help, Lord, help
I been too quiet, now I'm outta my shell
They ain't rockin' with it? Oh well
And I've seen the days come and go
I'd swear that I've been here before
I felt the top, I feel the low
Meet me on the ground, ten toes
I set a fire to the flames in Hell
Piss poor corridor, real life Law and Order
Six-piece coleslaw, Chief Keef, Worldstar
Brought to you in part by Max Payne sawed off
Dodge 'em in slow mo', no homies in Oak Park
You late as Peter Parker with a pizza, I'm so far
Ahead, I'm like Mozart conductin' an orchestra
My paper in origami, been folded since Folgers
Like 4 A.M. or since I been 4 feet
Why it's niggas still rich, 400 years deep
I been in this shit, y'all talkin' Kylie
I am quite offended giving wisdom like it's my teeth
All black and mighty, they keep a tech, I.T
Tag-a-long like "it", I am on my shit
Soap box on my stage, 'bout to start a mosh pit
Tell them niggas forfeit, I am finally here
Checked in Foursquare, they all knew, foreseen
All these other niggas actors, they just do it for scenes
Been killin' this shit since I was fourteen
Not for the fuck shit, I'll let you meet my team
I set a fire to the flames in Hell
Lord, help, Lord, help
I been too quiet, now I'm outta my shell
They ain't rockin' with it? Oh well
And I've seen the days come and go
I'd swear that I've been here before
I felt the top, I feel the low
Meet me on the ground, ten toes
Ah, black house beach bum, Bucket List completed
Bury me a legend when I die, I might go King Tut
Soilder like atten-hut, cut my granny pension
I might have to cut a nigga, politicians pimp us
Heard another school closed, districts discuss
God must be disgusted with us, with us
Yo, I'ma need that back plus interest, and, trust
You are not a person, nigga
You look like a serpent with a plan that's parallel to poverty
I'm perpendicular
'Bout to split the dividends, me and my degenerates
You in that party, you deserve to be there lit as fuck
You ain't where I be, nigga, I be with them Pivoters
Y'all look like zombies with y'all bodies, children been in drugs
It is so obvious that I speak truth, it is a must
Like sweaty arms they carry arms, I swear it is a must
I'm with a army, I'm so squadely with my niggas love
I set a fire to the flames in Hell
Lord, help, Lord, help
I been too quiet, now I'm outta my shell
They ain't rockin' with it? Oh well
And I've seen the days come and go
I'd swear that I've been here before
I felt the top, I feel the low
Meet me on the ground, ten toes
I set a fire to the flames in Hell
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Writer(s): Saba
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