Quarantine Freestyle
Feel like im Stuck in a box
No, where to go
Feel like im stuck in a box
I'm tired of home
Feel like im Stuck in a box
No, where to go
Feel like im stuck in a box
I'm tired of home
I'm tired of home
I met a girl from atlanta
I fell in love with her grammer
Wish I can go out and meet her
But i cant
I'm stuck in my crib and I'm thinking
Like ain't this all come from a scripture
The money the power the mixture
(Damn)
I know you been through a lot
I know you been through a lot
I'm on my own
I know you back to block
I know you back to the trap
We going home
I know you sick of the hate
I know you sick of the crib
I know you sick of the doubt
know you just sick of the world and what we about
I know you sick of the pain
I know you sick of the pain
I know you sick of the rain
I know you sick of the rain
But we ain't going back and you know that
Please leave your shoes by the doormat niggas be bummy and dirty
Hop in a whip and I'm skurtting me and just one other person I hope that she worth it
Feel like im Stuck in a box
No, where to go
Feel like I'm stuck in a box
I'm tired of home
Feel like im Stuck in a box
No, where to go
Feel like im stuck in a box
I'm tired of home
I'm tired of home
No, where to go
Feel like im stuck in a box
I'm tired of home
Feel like im Stuck in a box
No, where to go
Feel like im stuck in a box
I'm tired of home
I'm tired of home
I met a girl from atlanta
I fell in love with her grammer
Wish I can go out and meet her
But i cant
I'm stuck in my crib and I'm thinking
Like ain't this all come from a scripture
The money the power the mixture
(Damn)
I know you been through a lot
I know you been through a lot
I'm on my own
I know you back to block
I know you back to the trap
We going home
I know you sick of the hate
I know you sick of the crib
I know you sick of the doubt
know you just sick of the world and what we about
I know you sick of the pain
I know you sick of the pain
I know you sick of the rain
I know you sick of the rain
But we ain't going back and you know that
Please leave your shoes by the doormat niggas be bummy and dirty
Hop in a whip and I'm skurtting me and just one other person I hope that she worth it
Feel like im Stuck in a box
No, where to go
Feel like I'm stuck in a box
I'm tired of home
Feel like im Stuck in a box
No, where to go
Feel like im stuck in a box
I'm tired of home
I'm tired of home
Credits
Writer(s): Ismail Shabazz
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